6. Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace,

When you your injured judge shall see, And stand before his face?

7. O! could you shun that dreadful sights How would you wish to fly

To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?

3. But death and hell must then give up
Their dead, who will appear
At the last trumpet's awful sound,
Their endless doom to hear.

9. No, yearning bowels--pity then
Shall not affect my heart;
No, I shall surely say amen,
When Christ bids you depart.

10. Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a listening ear;
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapt in keen despair.

HYMN 9.

The Soldier of the Cross.

AM I soldier of the cross,

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A follower of the Lamb?
Why should I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2. Are there no foes for me to face;
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vain world a friend to grace,
To help us unto God?

3. Should I be carry'd to the skies,
On flow'ry beds of ease,

While others fight to win the prize,
And sail thro' bloody seas.

4. Yes I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord,
To bear the cross, indure the shame,
Supported by thy word.

5. The saints all in this glorious war,
Shall conquer tho' they die ;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize it with their eye.

6. When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all their armies shine,

With robes of vict'ry thro' the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

HYMN 10.

The Grace of God; or Divine Condescension

WHEN the Eternal bows the skies,
To visit earthly things,

With scorn divine he turns his eyes,.
From towers of haughty kings:

2. He bids his awful chariot roll,
Far downward from the skies,
To visit every humble soul,
With pleasure in his eyes.

3. Why should the Lord that reigns above, Disdain so lofty kings?

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Say Lord, and why such looks of love,
Upon such worthless things?

4. Mortals be dumb; what creature dares Dispute his awful will?

Ask no account of his affairs,

But tremble and be still.

5. Just like his nature is his grace,
All sov'reign and all free;
Great God how searchless are thy ways
How deep thy judgments be!

HYMN 11.

The Justice and Goodness of God.
GREAT GOD my maker and my king,
Ofthee I'il speak, of thee I'll sing,
All thou hast done and all thou dost,
Declare thee good, proclaim thee just.

2. Thy ancient thoughts and firm decrees,
Thy threatnings and thy promises,
The joys of heaven the pains of hell,
What angels taste, what devils feel.

3. Thy terrors and thine act of grace.
Thy threat'ning rod, and smiling face,
Thy wounding and thy healing word,
A world undone, a world restor❜d.

4. While these excite thy fear and joy ;
While these my tuneful lips employ;
Accept, O Lord, the humble song,
The tribute of a trembling tongue.

HYMN 12,

An Evening Hymn.

THE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well,
The night of death draws near.

2. We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;
So death shall soon disrobe us all,
Of what we here possess.

3. Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears:
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears

4. And when we early rise,

And view the unweary'd sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

HYMN 13.

A Hymn for young converts.

} METHINKS I hear my Saviour call; His pleasant voice doth say,

"From tents of ease, and sin, and thrall, "My fair one, come away."

2 God's spirit doth his saints adorn
Like clusters on the vine;
O'tis abright and glorious morn,
To see their graces shine.

Dear Saviour, here I panting lie,
And long to see thy face;
O Lord, I pray do not deny
A visit of thy grace.

4 Dear Saviour come, sweet Jesus come,
I long to hear thy voice?
Jesus, ride on, thy pow'r assume,
And make thy saints rejoice.

5 How long shall that bright hour delay When will my Lord appear?

I long to see that happy day
When Jesus will draw near

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O how I long to take my flight,
My soul is on the wing;

I long to see my heart's delight,
And be with Christ my King.

7 Most gracious King, I love thy namet I long for to adore,

I long to sound thy gracious fame
Upon the blissful shore.

Then let my soul absorbed be,
While God doth me surround,
As a small drop in the vast sea
Is lost and can't be found.

I long thy coming to behold, Then shall thy saints adore ; My ardent wishes can't be told, So I can say no more;

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