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Tho' God give them warning,
They onward will go,
They answer with scorning,

And rush upon woe.
3 How fad to behold

The rich and the poor,
The young and the old,
All blindly secure !

All posting to ruin,
Refuting to stop;
Ah! think what you're doing,
While get there is hope !
How weak is your hand,
To fight with the Lord!
How can you withitand
The edge of his sword?
What hope of escaping
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping

To swallow bis foes!
5 How oft have you dar'd

The Lord to his face!
Yet still you are spar'd
To hear of his grace ;
Oh pray for repentanče
And life-giving faith,
Before the juft sentence
Conlign you to death,
It is not too late',
To Jefus to flee,
His mercy is great,
His pardon is free!
His blood has such virtue
For all that believe,
That nothing can hurt you,
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II. Alarm.
STOP, poor fimer! stop and think


farther go!
Will you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting woe?
Once again, I charge you, stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, 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,
When he judgment shall proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away

Like wax before the flame?

Pale-fac'd death will quickly come

To drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom

Wilt fill you with despair:
All your fins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,

And what can you reply?
4 Tho' your heart be made of fteel,

Your forehead lin'd with brass,
God at length will make you feel,

He will not let you pass :
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Tho' they now defpife his grace),
Rocks and mountains on us fall *,

And hide us from his face.
5 But as yet there is a hope

You may his mercy know;
Tho' his arm is lifted up,

He still forbears the blow :
* Rev. vi. 16.


And rage

'Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come shall be deny'd,
He says,

" There still is room *."
III. We were once as you are.
Hall men pretend to pleasure

Who never knew the Lord ?
Can all the worldling's treasure

True peace of mind afford ? They shall obtain this jewel

In what their hearts desire, When they by adding fuel

Can quench the flame of fire. 2 Till you can bid the ocean,

When furious tempefts roart, Forget its wonted motion,

and swell no more: In vain your expectation

To find content in fin; Or freedom from vexation,

While pailions reign within. 3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus,

If you would good poffefs ; Iis he alone that frees us

From guilt and from dittress: When heby taith is pretent,

The finners troubles cease; His ways are truly pleasant I,

And all his paths are peace. 4 Our time in tin we wasted,

And fed upon the wind, Until his love we tafted,

No comiori could we find : But now we stand to witness

His pow'r and grace to you; May you perceive its fitnefs,

And call upon him too ! * Luke, xiv. 22. + Ifaiah, lvii. 20. 21. $ Prov. ii. 17.


5. Our pleasure and our duty,

Tho'opposite before,
Since we have seen his beauty,

Are join'd to part no more ::
It is our highest pleasure,

No less than duty's call,
To love him beyond measure,

And serve him with our all.

IV. Prepare to meet GOD.
Sloner, art thou still fecure?

Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
See, his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,

Thou must either break or bow.
2 At his presence nature Thakes,

Earth affrighted haftes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
Who his advent inay abide ? :
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide

When the world is wrapt in flame?
3 Then the rich, the great, the wife,

Trembling, guilty, felf-condemn'd,
Must behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blafphem'd :
Where are now their haughty looks ? ;
Oh their horror and despair!
When they see the open'd books,

And their dreadful sentence hear!
4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace !

Soon we must relign our breath;
And our souls be call'd, to pass
Thro' the iron gate of death:


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Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel-voice ;
Seek the things that are above,

Scorn the world's pretended joys.
5 Oh! when flesh and heart fhall fail

Let thy love our fpirits cheer,
Strength'ned thus we shall prevail
Over Satan, fin, and fear:
Trusting in thy precious name,
May we thuś our journey end;
Then our foes thall loose their aim,
And the Judge will be our friend. .

V., Invitation.
Sinners, hear the Saviour's call,

He now is pafling by ;
He has seen thy grievous thrall,

. And heard thy mournful cry
He has pardons to impart,
Grace to save thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills his heart,

And wipe away thy tears.
Why art thou afraid to come

And tell him all thy cafe ?
He will not pronounce thy doom,

Nor frown thee front his face :
Wilt thou fear Emmanuel ?
Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who to fave thy soul from hell,

Has shed his precious blood ? 3 Think, how on the cross he hung,

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds! Hark, from each as with a tongue

The voice of pardon founds! See, from all his bursting veins, Blood, of wondrous virtue, flow! Shed to wash away thy ftains,

And raniom thee from woe.

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