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8s and 6s. Peculiar. 231.

Hallelujah to the Triune God.
1 SING-Hallelujah! praise the Lord !

Sing with a cheerful voice;
Exalt our God with one accord,

And in his name rejoice :
Ne'er cease to sing, thou ransomed host !
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Till in the realms of endless light,

Your praises shall unite. 2 There we to all eternity,

Shall join th' angelic lays,
And sing, in perfect harmony,

To God our Saviour's praise ;
He hath redeemed us by his blood,
And made us kings and priests to God:
For us -for us the Lamb was slain,--
Praise ye the Lord !-Amen.


78 and 6s. Peculiar. 232.

The Alarm.
1 SINNER! stop—Oh! stop and think,

Before you farther go :
Will you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting wo?
On the verge of ruin stop;

Now the friendly warning take;
Stay your footsteps, ere you drop

Into the burning lake.
2 Say–have you an arm like God,

That you his will oppose ?
Fear you not that iron-rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,

Which his justice shall proclaim,
When the earth shall melt away,

Like wax before the flame?

3 Ghastly death will quickly come,

And drag you to his bar :
Then you 'll hear your awful doom,

And sink in deep despair !
All your sins will round


crowd ;
You will mark their crimson die,
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And then-no refuge nigh!

L. M. 233.

The Sinner exhorted. 1 SINNER! Oh! why so thoughtless growu

Why in such fearful haste to die?
Why speed thy flight to worlds unknown,-

Regardless of thy destiny?
2 Wilt thou defy the wrath of God,

Led on by sin's delusive dreams?
Madly despise the Saviour's blood,

And force thy passage to the flames? 3 Sinner! Oh! lift thy thoughts above,

And hear the Lord of life unfold
The glories of his dying love

For ever telling, yet untold ! 234.

The Sinner warned.
1 HASTE, O sinner! to be wise,

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom warns thee, from the skies,

All the paths of death to shun. 2 Haste, and mercy now implore;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Thy probation may be o'er,

Ere this evening's work is done. 3 Haste, O sinner! now return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,

Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Haste, while yet thou canst be blest;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Death may thy poor soul arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun.


11s. 235

Danger of Delay. I DELAY not, delay not; O sinner! draw near,

The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here,

Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened,-how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pard’ning

blood ? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner! to come,

For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,

Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,

Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad

flight; And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity's night.

L. M. 236.

One Thing needful.
1 WHY will ye waste, on trifling cares,

That life which God's compassion spares,
While, in the various range of thought,

The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Shall God invite you from above ?

Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain,

And all these pleas unite in vain ?
3 Not so your eyes will always view

Those objects which you now pursue ;
Not so will heaven and hell appear,

When death's decisive hour is near. 4 Almighty God! thy grace impart;

Fix deep conviction on each heart :
Nor let us waste, on triiling cares,
That life which thy compassion spares.

C. M.

Exhortation to Repentance. 1 REPENT! the voice celestial cries,

No longer dare delay :



The soul that scorns the mandate dies,

And meets a fiery day.
2 No more the sovereign eye of God

O'erlooks the crimes of men ;
His heralds now are sent abroad

To warn the world of sin.
3 O sinners! in his presence bow,

And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,

Nor trifle with his grace.
4 Soon, will the awful trumpet sound,

And call you to his bar;
His mercy knows th' appointed bound,

And yields to justice there.
5 Amazing love-that yet will call,

And yet prolong our days!
Our hearts subdued by goodness fall,

And weep, and love, and praise. 238.

The Sinner meeting God.
1 SINNER! art thou still secure?

Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hand endure,

In the Lord's avenging day? 2 See-his mighty arm is bared;

Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgments stand prepared ;-

Thou must either break or bow. 3 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax:

What will then become of thee? 4 Who his coming may abide ?

You that glory in your shame !
Can you find a place to hide,
When the world is wrapt in flame?

8s, 7s and 4. 239.

The Voice of Mercy. 1 HEAR, O sinner! mercy


you; Now with sweetest voice she calls;

Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls :

Hear, O sinner !

'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering

O'er the path you dare to tread !
Hark! the awful thunder rolling
Loud and louder o'er your head!

Turn, O sinner !

Lest the lightning strike you dead. 3 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour;

Seek his mercy while you may ;
Soon the day of grace is over ;
life will

pass away ;
Haste, O sinner !
You must perish if you stay.

C. P. M. 240.

Present and future Realities. 1 LO! on a narrow neck of land, Between two boundless seas I stand,

Yet how insensible !
A point of time—a moment's space
Removes me to yon heavenly place,

Or-shuts me up in hell ! 2 0 God! my inmost soul convert, And, deeply on my thoughtless heart,

Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late;

Wake me to righteousness.
3 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar ;And tell me, Lord ! shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom?
4 Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,

To make my calling sure ?
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
To suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure !

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