THE SINNER AWAKENED.

HYMN 332.

L. M.

Kingsbridge. Armley.

Strong.

1 ALAS, alas, how blind I've been,
How little of myself I've seen!
Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide,
Thoughtless of God, whom I defied.

2 Oft have I heard of heav'n, and hell,
Where bliss and wo eternal dwell;
But mock'd the threats of truth divine,
And scorn'd the place where angels shine.
3 My heart has long refus'd the blood
Of Jesus, the descending God;

And guilty passion boldly broke

The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 4 Th' alluring world controll'd my choice; When conscience spake, I hush'd its voice; Securely laugh'd along the road,

Which hapless millions first had trod."

5 But now, th' Almighty God comes near And fills my soul with awful fear— Perhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again.

HYMN 333. L. M.

Blendon. Armley. Warwick.

Hyde.

My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen. vi. 3.

1. SAY, sinner, hath a voice within, Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,

Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath,

And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee?

3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call, It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight, And yet the gate of mercy find. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive With harden'd, self-destroying man; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again.

6 Sinner-perhaps this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be;
Oh, should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.
HYMN 334. C. M.

Walsal. Buckingham.

1 AND does the Spirit kindly move
To wake my drowsy heart;

And shall I slight and grieve his love,
And bid him hence depart?

2 Shall I the tempter's voice believe,
And still refuse to pray,

And thus the Holy Spirit grieve,
And bid him go his way?-

3 This solemn warning, once receiv'd,
I dare no longer slight;
The Holy Spirit often griev'd,
May take its final flight.

HYMN 335.

S. M.

Shirland. St. Thomas.

Hyde.

Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. iv. 30.

1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight
The call of love divine?
Shall God, with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins oppress'd?

3 To-day, a pard'ning God
Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.

4 But, grace so dearly bought,
If yet thou wilt despise,

Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught, Will fill thee with surprise.

1 MY conscious guilt is now so great,
If I attempt to pray,
The tempter tells me yet to wait,
Or frights my soul away.

2 In painful doubt what course to try,—
Í fear this long delay,-
And must I linger here and die,
Asham'd to ask the way?

3 Ye Christian pilgrims, can ye tell
A stranger to the road,

The way that leads to Zion's hill,
To find a pard'ning God?

HYMN 337.

C. M.

Bangor. Windsor.

Hyde.

1 AH, what can I, a sinner, do, With all my guilt oppress'd? I feel the hardness of my heart, And conscience knows no rest. 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law Does all my life condemn;

The secret evi's of my soul

Fill me with grief and shame.

3 How many precious Sabbaths gone, I never can recall;

And Oh, what cause have I to mourn,
Who misimprov'd them all!

4 How long, how often have I heard
Of Jesus, and of heav'n;
Yet scarcely listen'd to his word,
Or pray'd to be forgiv'n!

5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, And grant renewing grace;

For thou this flinty heart canst break,
And thine shall be the praise.

1 THE voice, that bids us all repent,
I hear with terror oft:
But never will this heart relent,
Till Jesus make it soft.

2 The charming voice of bleeding love
I hear from lips divine;
Yet melting strains can never move
A soul so base as mine.

3 Almighty God, do thou renew
This sinful heart of stone;
Sweetly my stubborn will subdue-
Conform it to thy own.

HYMN 339. L. M.

Bath. Moreton.

Hart.

1 OH, for a glance of heav'nly day
To take the stubborn stone away;
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart this frozen heart of mine.