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Prepar'd to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.

2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burn'd to the lowest hell-
And in that hopeless world of wo,
He bade my spirit dwell.
3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd to-day;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

4 Soon will the harvest close-
The summer soon be o'er-
And soon, your injur'd, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.

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,
Secure from wants and fears."

2 Thus, while a worldling boasted once,
As many now presume,

He heard the Lord himself pronounce
His sudden, awful doom:

3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown;

And who shall then the stores possess,
Which thou hast call'd thine own?"

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,
And hell a dark abode.

3 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise,
Thy gospel to attend;

That we may live above the skies,
When time and life shall end.

HYMN 36.

C. M.

Newton.

York. Mear. Walsal

Trust of the wicked. Jer. xvii. 5, 6.
1 SEE how the worthless bramble stands
Beneath the burning sky;
Wither'd and parch'd in barren sands,
And only grows to die.

2 Such is the sinner's awful case,
Who makes the world his trust;
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.

3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries its moisture up;

He lives a while, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.

HYMN 37.

H. M.

Bethosda. Eagle-Street.

Rom. iii. 16.

Lee.

1 WHEN frowning death appears,
And points his fatal dart,
What dark foreboding fears
Distract the sinner's heart!
The dreadful blow

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Nor wipe the tear
Of black despair.

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And flee the wrath to come;
Make Christ, the Judge, your friend,
And heav'n shall be your home.
His mercy nigh,

Now points the path

That leads from death
To joys on high.

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,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sov'reign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
His heralds are despatch'd abroad
To warn the world of sin.
3 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.

4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar:

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

5 Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

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?
See rocks, like snow dissolving down.
3 In vain for mercy now they cry;
In lakes of liquid fire they lie;
There on the flaming billows toss'd,
For ever-oh, for ever lost!

4 But saints, undaunted and serene,
With calmness view the dreadful scene;
Their Saviour lives, the worlds expire;
And earth and skies dissolve in fire.
5 Jesus, the hopeless creature's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
HYMN 40. 7s.
Newton.

Middleton. Pleyel's.

Sinner, prepare to meet God.

1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray ?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd!

Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.
3 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee;

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