Prepar❜d to scan with strict account, 2 His wrath like flaming fire, 4 Soon will the harvest close- HYMN 34. C. M. NEWTON. Elim, Barby. The rich worldling. Luke xii. 16—21. 166 'MY barns are full, my stores increase; And now for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, Secure from wants and fears." 2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once, As many now presume, He heard the Lord himself pronounce His sudden, awful doom: 3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess, Which thou hast call'd thine own ?" 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme Till death destroys the pleasing dream, HYMN 35. C. M. PART II. Elgin, Martyrs. AH! who can speak the vast dismay That fills the sinner's mind, When torn by death's strong hand away, 2 Worldlings, who cleave to earthly things, s Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, That we may live above the skies, HYMN 36. C. M. NEWTON. Jer. xvii. 5, 6. York, Mear, Walsal. Trust of the wicked. 1 EE how the worthless bramble stands Beneath a burning sky; Wither'd and parch'd in barren sands, 2 Such is the sinner's awful case, Who makes the world his trust; 3 A secret curse destroys his root, And dries its moisture up; He lives a while, but bears no fruit, Then dies without a hope. HYMN 37. H. M. WHEN Bethesda, Eagle-Street. Rom. iii. 16. LEE. HEN frowning death appears, What dark foreboding fears No arm can stay, 2 Now every hope denied, 3 Sinners, awake, attend, And flee the wrath to come; Now points the path That leads from death DODDRIDGE. HYMN 38. c. M. R St, Martins, Dundee, Barby. Acts xvii. 30. EPENT, the voice celestial cries, The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God 3 Together in his presence bow, 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 5 Amazing love, that yet will call, Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall, HYMN 39. L. M. PRES. DAVIES. Luther's Hymn, Old Hundred. The wreck of nature. Isa. xxiv. 18-20. HOW great, how terrible that God, Who shakes creation with his nod! He frowns-earth, sea, all nature's frame Sink in one universal flame. 2 Where now, oh, where shall sinners seek 3 In vain for mercy now they cry; 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, 5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend, HYMN 40. 7's. Middleton, Pleyel's. NEWTON. Sinner, prepare to meet God. SIN INNER, art thou still secure? Awful terrors clothe his brow! |