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.

Hyde.

109. L. M.

Rothwell.

My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen vi. 3. 1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within

Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,
Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointed to the coming wrath,

And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee?

3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all,
4 Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind';
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd self-destroying man;

Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner-perhaps this very day,
Thy last accepted time may 'be:
Oh, should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.

Hyde.

110.

S. M.

Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. iv. 30.

1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight
The call of love divine?

Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?"

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins opprest?

3 To-day, a pard'ning God

Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.

4 But, grace so dearly bought,
If yet thou wilt despise,

Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught,
Will fill thee with surprise.

Troas.

Newton.

111. C. M.

Cambridge.

Belshazzar. Dan. v. 5, 6.

1 POOR sinners! little do they think
With whom they have to do!

They stand securely on the brink
Of everlasting wo.

2 Chaldea's king, profanely bold,
The Lord of hosts defy'd;

But vengeance soon his boasts control'd,
And humbled all his pride.

3 He saw a hand upon the wall,
(And trembled on his throne,)

Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall,
In characters unknown.

4 His pomp and music, guest and wine,
No more delight afford:
O sinner, ere this case be thine,
Begin to seek the Lord.

5 The law, like this hand-writing, stands,
And speaks the wrath of God;
But Jesus answers its demands,
And cancels it with blood.

S. Songs.

112.

11.

Delay not.

Portuguese.

1 DELAY not, delay not, O sinner draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.

2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus thy God? A fountain is open'd, how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleans'd in his pardoning blood?

3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come,

For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away

4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace,
Long griev'd and resisted, may take its sad
flight,

And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,
To sink in the depth of eternity's night.

5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand-
The earth shall dissolve, the heavens shall fade;
The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall
stand;

What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid!

1 ALAS, alas, how blind I've been,
How little of myself I've seen!
Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide,
Thoughtless of God, whom I defied.

2 I heard of heaven, I heard of hell,
Where bliss and wo eternal dwell;
But mock'd the threats of truth divine,
And scorn'd the place where angels shine.

3 My angry heart refus'd the blood
Of a descending, suffering God;
And guilty passion boldly broke
The holy law which heaven had spoke.

4 The alluring world controll'd my choice, When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice, Securely laugh'd along the road,

Which hapless millions first had trod.

5 Now the Almighty God comes near, And makes me shake with awful fear; Perhaps I sink to endless pain,

Nor hear the voice of joy again.

Toplady.

114. S. M.

Beverly.

The guilty heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Mat. xv. 19.

1 ASTONISH'D and distress'd,

I turn mine eyes within;

My heart with loads of guilt opprest,
The seat of ev'ry sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints,
These tyrant lusts subdue:
Expel the darkness of my mind,
And all my pow'rs renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;

My soul shall glow with gratitude,
My lips proclaim thy praise.

C. Sec.

115. C. M.

Mary's tears. Luke vii. 38, 44.

1 WHEN the repentant Mary came,

And knelt at Jesus' feet,

Dedham.