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5. Now God invites; how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel's charming sound !
While yet a pard’ning God is found.
And thousands walk together there;
With here and there a traveler,
Is the Redeemer's great command;
If she would gain this heavenly land. 3. The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
And makes his own destruction sure. 4. Lord! let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new,
Which false apostates never knew.
Down to the regions of the dead !
Nor can we measure back our way.
Know, O my soul, this doom thine own:
The same my way, my house the same. 3. And must I from the cheerful light,
Pass to the grave's perpetual night-
4. Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,
And lose, in this, each mortal care;
WARDLAW'S COLL. 312.
In pride and robes of honor shine! 2. But Oh! their end, their dreadful end !
Thy sanctuary taught me so;
And fiery billows roll below.
Just like a dream when man awakes;
of softest harmony
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
My life, my portion, and my God.
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
And yield thy heart to God's control ? 2. Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3. Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard, in time, the warning kind;
And yet the gate of mercy find.
4. God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened, self-destroying man;
May never hear His voice again. 5. Sinner! perhaps, this very day,
Thy last accepted time may be :
Then hope may never beam on thee.
1. Now, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God;
When you shall say, "My joys are gone." 2. Behold! the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
3. The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,
But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 4. Eternal King! I fear Thy name:
Teach me to know how frail I am;
He burns within with restless fires;
From vanity to vanity.
Some solid good to fill the mind;
3. So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side, by turns;
To change the place, but keep the pain.
This love to vanity and dust;
An offering worthy heaven,
She wept, and was forgiven ?
Her day of luxury stored,
The precious perfume poured, -
That hair, those weeping eyes,
Heaven's noblest sacrifice ?
0, wouldst thou wake to heaven,
“ Love much," and be forgiven !
Bridal of earth and sky;
For thou, alas ! inust die.
And color charms the eye;
And thou, alas ! must die.
3. Sweet spring! of days and roses made,
Whose charms for beauty vie,
Thou, too, alas ! must die.
Hath tints that never fly:
It lives, and can not die.
Unawed by shame or fear,
And stopped my wild career.
As near the cross I stood.
Can I forget that look ;
Though not a word He spoke.
But all my tears were vain;
For I the Lord had slain.
"I freely all forgive;
I die that thou may’st live.” NEWTON.
Behold a royal feast !
For every humble guest.