What multitudes of thoughtless souls, 2 But yonder see that narrow way The bible is their precious guide, 4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be— I would not for ten thousand worlds HYMN 27. L. M. Doddridge. Bath. Luther's Hymn The sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. v. 27. 1 RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye Behold God's balance lifted high! There shall his justice be display'd, And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 2 See in one scale his perfect law; Mark with what force its precepts draw: Wouldst thou the awful test sustain? Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! 3 Behold, the hand of God appears To trace in dreadful characters; "Sinner-thy soul is wanting found, And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace; Let horror change thy guilty face; Through all thy thoughts let anguish roll, Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail; Christ hath a weight to turn the scale; Stiil doth the gospel publish peace, And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy power to save; Deep on the heart these truths engrave; The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. Hell. Isa. xxx. 33. Mark ix. 43, 44. 1 FAR from the utmost verge of day Where flames amid the darkness play- 2 The breath of God-his angry breath There sinners taste the second death, 3 Conscience, the never dying worm, 4 Sad world indeed! ah, who can bear In all the pains of hell! HYMN 29. C. M. Elgin. Funeral Hymn. The Scoffer. Watts. 1 ALL ye who laugh and sport with death, 2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, And tortures wake the mind! 3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, HYMN 30. L. M. Bath. Monmouth. To-day. Heb. iv. 7. 1 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise, The longer wisdom you despise The harder is she to be won. 2 Oh, hasten, mercy to implore, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy season should be o'er Before this evening's course be run. 3 Hasten, O sinner, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn Before the needful work is done. 4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear the curse should thee arrest, Before the morrow is begun. HYMN 31. L. M. Winchester. Bath Wells. Newton. The fig-tree. Mark xi. 20. 1 ONE awful word which Jesus spoke 2 How many, who the gospel hear, 4 Without such fruit as God expects, Knowledge will make our state the worse; The fruitless sinners he rejects, And soon will blast them with his curse. HMYN 32. S. M. Doddridge. Dunbar. Orange. Bridgeport. Preparation for the Judgment. Rev. xx. 11. 2 But ere that trumpet shakes 3 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Fly to the shelter of his cross, 4 So shall that curse remove, HYMN 33. S. M. Bridgeport. Wirksworth. Dwight. The harvest is past. Jer. viii. 20. 1 I SAW, beyond the tomb, |