4 The toiler on the ground,-
No treasure sought on high,-
Is swept away, and no where found:-
"Repent, or you will die!"
5 Lo, on the sick bed tost,
The dying man doth cry,
"Harvest is past, and I am lost!”—
"Repent, or you will die!"
Neglect of the Gospel.
1 THE law by Moses came,
But peace, and truth, and love
Were brought by Christ, a nobler name,
Descending from above.
2 Amidst the house of God
Their diffrent works were done;
Moses a faithful servant stood,
But Christ a faithful Son.
3 The man, who durst despise
The law, by Moses given,
Behold, how terribly he dies,
Struck by avenging heaven!
4 But sorer vengeance falls
On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear, when JESUS calls,
And dare resist his grace.
Christ obeyed or resisted.
1 THUS saith the Wisdom of the Lord,
"Blest is the man, who hears my word,
Keeps daily watch before my gates,
And at my feet for mercy waits.
2 "The soul, that seeks me, shall obtain
Immortal wealth and heav'nly gain;
Immortal life is his reward,
Life and the favor of the Lord.
3 "But sinners, who my voice despise,
Shall never dwell in glorious skies;
Fools, who against my grace rebel,
Seek death, and love the road to hell." WATTS.
Now is the accepted Time.
1 TH' accepted time is now,—
And now salvation's day;
Come, to the Savior's sceptre bow;
Seek mercy, while ye may!
2 Th' accepted time is now,-
Th' atoning blood is near;
Tomorrow, in the grave laid low,
Your guilt no fount can clear.
3 Th' accepted time is now,-
The Spirit strives to-day;
But, if He meets a harden'd brow,
Ye drive Him far away.
4 Th' accepted time is now,-
God speaks to day, in love;
But soon stern justice strikes the blow,
Which conscience will approve.
5 Th' accepted time is now,-
And heav'n may be your home;
Tomorrow, in the depth of wo,
Despair may be your doom!
1 TIME is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,—
A journey to the tomb:
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms,
All, that's mortal, soon shall be
Enclos'd in death's cold arms,
2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,-
A journey to the tomb:
mp 1 0 TIME, how few thy value weigh? How few will estimate a day?
Days, months, and years are rolling on,
The soul neglected,—and undone.
2 In painful cares, or empty joys
Our life its precious hours destroys,
While death stands watching at our side,
Eager to stop the living tide.
3 Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thoughts design'd
The frame of your immortal mind?
mf 4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime
He fashion'd all the sons of time;
Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be
The heirs of immortality.
5 This season of your being, know,
Is giv'n to you your seeds to sow ;
Wisdom's and folly's diff'ring grain
In future worlds is bliss, and pain.
6 Then, careful, ev'ry day review;
Idle or busy, search it through ;
And, whilst probation's minutes last,
Let ev'ry day amend the past.
1 THE time is short! How many die,
Struck by an arrow from the sky?
If such, Ŏ man, may be thy fate,
Prepare then, ere it be too late.
2 The time is short! Then, sinner, flee,
Ere sudden vengeance smiteth thee!
Enter the ark of safety now,
Lest soon the waters o'er thee flow.
3 The time is short! Then, sinner, haste,
Let not thy moments run to waste;
Flee from the woes, which long endure,
And make eternal blessings sure.
4 The time is short! Then, Christian, pray,
That God his mercies would display;
O, pray, that God would now outpour
His Spirit's renovating power!
5 The time is short! Then, Christian, rise,—
By strenuous effort seek the skies;
Toil now for Him, who came to save,
For all are idlers in the grave!
1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's course be run.
3 Hasten, sinner to return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun!
mp 1 O, STOP, poor sinner; stop and think, Before you further go:
For will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?
2 O, be entreated now to stop!-
Unless you warning take,
you shall be aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!
3 O, say, have you an arm like God,
That you his law disown?
And fear you not his iron rod,
Which strikes the wicked down?
mp 4 0, can you stand in that dread day,
When judgment comes with ire,
And when the earth shall melt away,
As wax before the fire?
5 As yet there is a hope for you,
That you may mercy taste:
O, give the Lord the homage due,
And give it now in haste!
6 It was for sinners JESUS died;
Them He invites to come,
And none, who come, shall be denied:-
Come now, "There yet is room!"
1 TO-DAY, if you will hear his voice,
Now is the time to make your choice;
Say, will you be forever blest,
And with the glorious JESUS rest?
2 Will you be sav'd from guilt and pain?
Will you with Christ forever reign?
Say, will you to mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ or no?
3 Come, blooming youth, for ruin bound,
Obey the gospel's joyful sound;
Come, white-hair'd man,
and you
The joys of Christ's redeeming love.
4 Behold! He's waiting at your door;
Make now your choice; O, halt no more;
Say, sinners, say; what will you do?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
mp 5 0, must we bid you all farewell?
And will you plunge your souls in hell?
Lord, hear us now, while still we pray,
And change them, ere the burning day!
6 Once more we ask you in his name,
While now his grace remains the same,
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