the Re- deemer's great command; Na ture must count
3. The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed--almost a saint-
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain,
Create my heart entirely new-
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain;
Which false apostates never knew.
1 Life is the time to serve the Lord;
The time t' insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God has given
To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die,
1 Show pity! Lord, O! Lord forgive-But all the dead in silence lie;
Let a repenting rebel live.
Are not thy mercies large and free-
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean,
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law-against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned--but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my
breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy
word,
Would light on some sweet promise
there-
Some sure support against despair.
Death of the Righteous. 1 Sweet is the scene when Christians
When holy souls retire to rest:
How mildly beams the closing eye!
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!
2 So fades a summer cloud away;
No sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
o gently shuts the eye of day;
o dies a wave along the shore.
Their memory and their sense is gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 Their hatred and their love is lost,
Their envy bury'd in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.
5 Then what my thoughts design to do
My hands with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground.
The Son of Man lifted up.
1 He dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
2 Come saints and drop a tear or two,
For him who groan'd beneath your load.
He shed a thousand drops for you!
A thousand drops of richest blood'
13 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see!
Jesus the dead revives again!
14 The rising Lord forsakes the tomb!
The tomb in vain forbids his rise!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
Break off your tears, ye saints and tell
How high our great deliv'rer reigns!
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell
And led the monster death in chains:
6 Say, "live forever, wondrous King!"
Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Then ask the monster! "Where's thy
sting?
3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow,
Fanned by some guardian angel's wing:
O grave! where is thy victory now, And where's thy victory, boasting
And where, O death, where is thy sting?
2. Crown him ye martyrs of our God,
Who from his altar call;
Praise Him who shed for you his blood,
And crown Him Lord of all.
3. Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small,
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
4. Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
5. Let every kindred, every tribe
On this terrestrial ball,
To him all majesty ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.
6. O that with yonder sacred throng
We at his feet may fall;
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of all.
soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes a-rise.
1. Come, Ho-ly Spir -it, heav'nly dove, With all thy quick'ning
Kindle a flame of sa-cred love In
Kindle a flame of sacred love, Kin - dle a flame of
2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly, nor go,
To reach eternal joys.
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
.5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Come shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Not ashamed of the Gospel. 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name;
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
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