Prepar'd to scan with strict account, 2 His wrath like flaming fire, 4 Soon will the harvest close- HYMN 15. C. M. Elim. Barby. Newton. The rich worldling. Luke xii. 16-21. 1 "MY barns are full, my stores increase; And now for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once, He heard the Lord himself pronounce 3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess, 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme For happiness below; Till death destroys the pleasing dream, And they awake to wo. HYMN 35. C. M. Part II. Elgin. Martyrs. 1 AH! who can speak the vast dismay That fills the sinners mind, When torn by death's strong hand away, He leaves his all behind! 2 Worldlings, who cleave to earthly things, But are not rich to God, Will feel that death is full of stings, 3 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, That we may live above the skies, HYMN 36. C. M. Newton. York. Mear. Walsal Trust of the wicked. Jer. xvii. 5, 6. 2 Such is the sinner's awful case, 3 A secret curse destroys his root, He lives a while, but bears no fruit, HYMN 37. H. M. Bethosda. Eagle-Street. Rom. iii. 16. Lee. 1 WHEN frowning death appears, Will greet his ear, 3 Sinners, awake, attend, And flee the wrath to come; Now points the path That leads from death HYMN 38. C. M. Doddridge. St. Martin's. Dundee. Barby. Acts xvii. 30. 1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay: The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 2 No more the sov'reign eye of God 4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound, For mercy knows th' appointed bound, 5 Amazing love, that yet will call, Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall, HYMN 39. L. M. Pres. Davies. Luther's Hymn. Old Hundred. The wreck of nature. Isa. xxiv. 18—20. 1 HOW great, how terrible that God, Who shakes creation with his nod! He frowns-earth, sea, all nature's frame Sink in one universal flame. 2 Where now, oh, where shall sinners seek For shelter in the general wreck ! Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown? 4 But saints, undaunted and serene, Middleton. Pleyel's. Sinner, prepare to meet God. 1 SINNER, art thou still secure? Awful terrors clothe his brow! |