Solid mountains melt like wax, 4 Who his advent may abide? You that glory in your shame, Soon we must resign our breath, 6 Let us now our day improve, HYMN 41. L. M. Surry. Putney. Lee. God angry with the wicked. Ps. vii. 11. 2 His law condemns the wicked now, And goodness seals their awful doom; But wrath, though here unseen, and slow, Will burst, and burn beyond the tomb. 3 Then, how may hope and peace be found? My trembling, anxious heart inquires ;— A hope secure on gospel ground, No phantom which the world inspires? 4 Dear Saviour, friend of sinners, hear, Oulney. Wirksworth. Apostacy. 2 Pet. ii. 22. 1 YE, who in former days, Hyde. Were found at Zion's gate; 2 But now to sin draw back, 4 Your transient joy and peace HYMN 43. 7, 6. Newton. Bright helmstone. Amsterdam. Margate. The Alarm. 1 STOP, poor sinners, stop and think, Will you sport upon the brink On the verge of ruin stop- 2 Say, have you an arm like God, Fear ye not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, Which his justice shall proclaim, When the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame? 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar; Then to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair! All your sins will round you crowd; You shall mark their crimson dye; Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply? 4 Though your heart were made of steel, Those who now despise his grace, "Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face." INVITING. HYMN 44. C. M. Steele. Clifford. Bray. Herman. The Saviour's invitation. John vii. 37. 2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart, And life, and health, and bliss impart 3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice; 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts HYMN 45. C. M. Barby. Clarendon. Medley. 1 OH, what amazing words of grace Suited to ev'ry sinner's case, cle 2 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, 3 This spring with living water flows, Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, Wantage. Buckingham. Watts. ar 1 THERE is a voice of sovereign grace 2 My soul obeys th' Almighty call, I would believe thy promise, Lord, 3 To the dear fountain of thy blood, Here let me wash my spotted soul 4 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King, Drive the old dragon from his seat 5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm Be thou my strength and righteousness, |