4 The sinner must the stranger know, HYMN 81. S. M. Durham. St. Thomas. Dobell. The accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 2 Now is th' accepted time, Then will the angels clap their wings, HYMN 82. L. M. Dwight. Psalm 88th. Carthage. Darwent. 1 WHILE life prolongs its precious light 2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound"Come, sinners, haste, Oh, haste away, While yet a pard'ning God he's found." 3 "Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear, or save." HYMN 83. L. M. Blendon. China. 1 TO-DAY, if ye will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice; Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest, Say, will you be for ever blest? Will you be sav'd from sin and hell? Will you with Christ in glory dwell? 3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, Obey the gospel's joyful sound; Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 4 Once more we ask you in his nameFor yet his love remains the sameSay, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, HYMN 84. S. M. Doddridge. Little Marlboro'. Aylesbury. James iv. 13, 14. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 3 Since on this winged hour Waken by thy almighty power 4 One thing demands our care; 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beam should die In sudden, endless night. HYMN 85. L. M. Heginbothom. Leyden. Luton. Nantwich. The night cometh. John ix. 4. 2 Death!-'tis an awful, solemn sound; This is the summons that he sends: "Awake,-for on this transient hour Thy long eternity depends." PENITENTIAL. HYMN 86. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. Watts. Repentance. Zech. xii. 10. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes, that I had doneHe groan'd upon the tree?— Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When God, the mighty Maker, died 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away- HYMN 87. C. M. Funeral Hymn. Buckingham. Steele. 1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, |