Each. for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?
Tho' your heart be made of feel,
Your forehead lin'd with brafs.
GoD at length will make ou feel,
He will not let you pafs:
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Tho' they now despise his grace)
Rocks and mountains on us fall (i),
And hide us from his face.
But as yet there is a hope
You may his mercy know;
Tho' his arm is lifted up,
He ftill forbears the blow:
'Twas for finners JESUS dy'd,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come fhall be deny'd,
He fays, "There still is room (k).”
III. We were once as you are.
HALL men pretend to pleafure
Who never knew the LORD?
Can all the worldling's treafure
True peace of mind afford?
They fhall obtain this jewel
In what their hearts defire,
When they by ading fuel
Can quench the flame of fire.
2 Till you can bid the ocean,
When furious tempests roar (1)
Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and fwell no more:
(i) Rev, vi, 16, (k) Luke xiv, 22. (/) Isaiah lvii, 20, 21.
In vain your expectation
To find content in fin;
Or freedom from vexation,
While paffions reign within.
3 Come turn your thoughts to JESUS,
If you would good poffefs;
'Tis he alone that frees us
From guilt, and from diftrefs:
When he by faith is present.
The finners troubles ceafe;
His ways are truly pleasant
And all his paths are peace.
Our time in fin we wafted,
And fed upon the wind;
Until his love we tafted,
No comfort could we find :
But now we ftand to witness
His pow'r and grace to you;
May you perceive its fitness
And call upon him too!
5 Our pleasure and our duty,
Tho' oppofite 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 ferve him with our all.
IV. Prepare to meet GOD.
SINNER, thou art still secure?
Wilt thou ftill 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 ftand prepar'd,
Thou muft either break or bow.
2 At his prefence nature fhakes,.
Earth affrighted haftes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
Who his advent may abide!
You that glory in your fhame,
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;
Muft behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blafphem'd:
Where are now their haughty looks
Oh their horror and despair!
When they fee the open'd books,
And their dreadful fentence hear!
4 LORD, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must refign our breath;
And our fouls be cal'd, to pafs
- Thro' the iron gate of death:
Let us now our day improve,
Liften to the goipel 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 fhall prevail
Over Satan, fin, and fear:
Trusting in thy precious name,
May we thus our journey end;
Then our foes fhal loofe their aim,
And the Judge will be our Friend.
SINNERS, hear the Saviour's call,
He now is paffing by;
He has feen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry.
He has pardons to impart,
Grace to fave 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 from his face:
Wilt thou fear EMMANUEL?
Wilt thou dread the Lamb of GOD,
Who, to fave thy foul from hell,
Has fhed 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 wond'rous virtue, flow!
Shed to wash away thy ftains,
And rafom thee from woe.
Tho' his majesty be great,
His mercy is no less;
Tho' he thy tranfgreffions hate,
He feels for thy diftrefs:
By himself the LORD has fworn,
He delights not in thy death(n);
But invites thee to return,
That thou mayft live by faith.
Raife thy downcaft eyes and fee
What throngs his throne furround!
Thefe, tho' finners once like thee,
Have full falvation found:
Yield not then to unbelief!
While he fays, "There yet is room;"
Tho' of finners thou art chief,
Since JESUS calls thee, come.
Book II. Hymn 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 35, 77, 78, 83.
II. Seeking, Pleading, and Hoping
VI. The burdened finner.
IAH, what can I do,
Or where be fecure!
If Juftice purfue
What heart can endure!
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