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.
L.M. PRES. DAVIES.
The wreck of nature. Isa. xxiv. 18-20.
1HOW 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 tost,
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 helpless creature's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
Sinner, prepare to meet God.
INNER, 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;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
4 Who his advent may abide ?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,
When the world is wrapt in flame?
5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
6 Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
God angry with the wicked. Ps. vii. 11.
N angry God—a Judge severe
While christians hope with humble fear, Let sinners tremble at his word.
2 His law condemns the wicked now,
And goodness seals their awful doom; But wrath, tho' 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,
And lift on me thy smiling face;
Chase from my soul each doubt and fear,
And bid me taste thy cheering grace.
HYMN 42. S. M.
Apostacy. 2 Pet. ii. 22.
E, who in former days,
YWere found at Zion's gate
Who seem'd to walk in wisdom's ways,
And told your happy state;
2 But now to sin draw back,
And love again to stray,
The narrow path of life forsake,
And choose the beaten way;
3 Think not your names above
Are written with the saints;
The promise of unchanging love
Is his who never faints.
4 Your transient joy and peace Your deeper doom have seal'd, Unless you wake to righteousness, Ere judgment is reveal'd.
1 TOP, poor sinners, stop and think,
Before you further go
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?
On the verge of ruin stop-
Now the friendly warning take-
Stay your footsteps-ere ye drop
Into the burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
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 Tho' your heart were made of steel,
Your forehead lin'd with brass;
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass;
Sinners then in vain will call,
Those who now despise his grace, "Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face."
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