5 Then, Saviour! then my soul receive,
Transported from the earth, to live
And reign with thee above:
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

241.

L. M.

Lafe, the Day of Grace and Hope.
1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time t' insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given,
To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace,-and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 The living know that they must die,
But all the dead forgotten lie;

Their mem❜ry and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands! with all your might pursue;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
5 There are no acts of pardon past,
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

242.

C. M.

Expostulation with Sinners.

1 YE! who despise the Saviour's grace, And scorn his gospel, here,

How can you meet his angry face,
Or at his bar appear?

2 When every earthly hope shall fail,—
When storms of wrath are nigh,
How will your souls affrighted quail,
Beneath his burning eye!

3 Why will you madly rush on death, And force your way to wo?

Why tempt the God, that holds your breath,

To strike the fatal blow.

4 Turn, guilty sinners! quickly turn;
Oh! come to Jesus now ;—

Ere the fierce flames around you burn,
To your Redeemer bow.

243.

L. M.

Advice to Youth.

1 NOW, in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, God;

Behold! the months come hastening on,
When you shall say "My joys are gone."
2 Behold! the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.
3 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,

Ascends to God-not there to dwell,-
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.

244.

S. M.

Grieving the Spirit.

1 AND canst thou, sinner! slight
The call of love divine?

Shall God, with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins oppressed?

3 To-day, a pard'ning God

Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.

4 But, grace so dearly bought
If yet thou wilt despise,

Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught,
Will fill thee with surprise.

245.

C. M.

Frailty and Sin.

1 HOW short and hasty is our life!
How vast our soul's affairs!
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay;
Just like a story, or a song,
We pass our lives away

3 God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downward as we run.

4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
Who slight the joys above!

What chains of vengeance should we feel.
Who break such cords of love!

5 Draw us, O God! with sovereign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

246.

C. M.

Brevity of Life.

1 LET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;

But we'll confess, O Lord! to thee,
What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.

3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies, if one be gone;

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.

4 But 't is our God supports our frame,--
The God who built us first;

Salvation to th' almighty Name
That reared us from the dust.

247.

L. M.

The Road to Life and to Death.

1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,' Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord! let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new, Which hypocrites could ne'er attain ;-Which false anost never knew.

248.

S. M.

Uncertainty of Lafe.

1 TO-MORROW, Lord! is thine,-
Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.

2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
Oh! make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

3 Since, on this fleeting hour,
Eternity is hung,

Awaken, by thy mighty power,
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;-
Be that one thing pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning-light,

Lest life's young golden beams should die,
In sudden, endless night.

249.

CONVICTION.

S. M.

The Sinner arrested.

1 MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
My guilty soul, alas! is "dead
In trespasses and sins."

2 Ah! whither shall I fly?

Where seek for mercy's door?
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And justice armed with power.

3 When I review my ways,

I dread th' impending doom;
While yet some friendly whisper says,-
"Flee from the wrath to come!"

4 Oh! that I now might see

Some glimmering from afar,

Some beam of hope to dawn on me,
And save me from despair.

250.

7s and 6s.

The Sinner disquieted.

1 WHY sinks my soul desponding?
Why fill my eyes with tears?
While nature all-surrounding
The smile of beauty wears:
Why, burdened now with sorrow,
Is every lab'ring thought?
Each vision that I borrow,

With gloom and sadness fraught?
2 The pleasures that deceived me
My soul no more can charm;
Of rest they oft bereaved me,
And filled me with alarm;
The objects, I have cherished,
Are empty as the wind;

My earthly joys have perished ;-
What comfort shall I find?

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