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4 Encompassed by a throng,

On numbers they depend ;
They say so many can't be wrong,

And miss a happy end.
5. But hear the Saviour's word,

“Strive for the heavenly gate; Many will call upon the Lord,

And find their cries too late." 6 Oh hear the gospel call,

And enter while you may ;
The flock of Christ is always small,

Yet none are safe but they. 7 Lord, open sinners' eyes,

Their awful state to see;
And make them, ere the storm arise,

To thee for safety flee. 215

Why will ye die?" 1 INNERS, turn, why will ye die?


Maker asks you why;
God who did you being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands ;
Why, ye thankless creatures, why

Will ye cross his love, and die ? 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?

God your Saviour asks you why ;
He who did your souls retrieve-
Died himself that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again ?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why

Will ye slight his grace, and die ? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?

God the Spirit asks you why ;
Now his influence from above


to embrace his love:
Will ye not his grace receive ?
Will ye still refuse to live ?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die?

C. Wesley.


Frailty and Thoughtlessness. C.M. 1 Н.

OW short and hasty is our life!

How vast our soul's affairs ! Yet senselessly vain mortals 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.

Watts. 217 The Danger of Delay.

73. 1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ;

Stay not for the morrow's sun : Wisdom if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won. 2 Hasten mercy to implore;

Stay not for the morrow's sun : Lest thy season should be o’er,

Ere this evening's course be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return;

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

Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be bless'd;

Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun. 5 Lord, do thou the sinner turn;

Rouse him from his senseless state ;

Let him not thy counsel spurn,

And lament his choice too late. 218 The Uncertainty of Life.

S. M. 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 winged hour

Eternity is hung,
Awaken, by thy mighty power,

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care-

Oh, be it now 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. Doddridge. 219 Repentance commanded. Acts xvii. 30. C. M. 1 REPENT, (the voice celestial cries,)

) The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,

And meets a fiery day. 2 Ye sinners, in his presence bow,

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

Nor trifle with his grace.
3 Bow ere the awful trumpet sound

And call you to his bar ;
For mercy knows th’ appointed bound,

And turns to vengeance there. 4 Amazing love, that yet will call,

And yet prolong our days! Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, And weep and love and praise. Doddridge.

1 YE

220 Youth and Judgment. Eccl. xi. 9. L.M.

E sons of Adam, vain and young,

Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the delights your souls

desire, And give a loose to all your fire; 2 Pursue the pleasures you design,

And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth ; but know

There is a day of judgment too.
3 God from on high beholds your thoughts,

His book records your secret faults;
The works of darkness you have done

Must all appear before the sun.
4 The vengeance to your follies due

Should strike your hearts with terror through; How will ye stand before his face,

Or answer for his injured grace ?
5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes

From these alluring vanities ;
And let the thunder of thy word

Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Watts. 221 Sinners warned and entreated.

C.M 1 SINNERS, the

voice of God regard ;
His mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you, by his sovereign word,

From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;

Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,

Shut up in black despair ?
4 Why will you in the crooked ways

Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travel all your days,

To reap eternal wo!
5 But he that turns to God shall live,

Through his abounding grace ;

His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those that seek his face.
6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts ;

He pardons like a God;
He will forgive your numerous faults,

Through a Redeemer's blood. Fawcett. 222 Advice to Youth. Eccl. xii. 1, 7. L. M. 1

TOW, in the heat of youthful blood,

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.

Watts. 223 The Scoffer's Mistake.

C. M. 1 YE TE scoffers, your expiring breath

Consigns your souls to chains ; By the last agonies of death

Sent down to fiercer pains. 2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh,

With strange surprise you'll find Immortal vigor spring afresh,

And tortures wake the mind. 3 Then you 'll confess the frightful names

Of plagues you scorned before, No more appear like idle dreams,

Like foolish tales no more. 4 Then will you curse that fatal day,

(With flames upon your tongues,) When you exchanged your souls away For vanity and songs.



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