4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm,
The glorious prize pursue;
Nor fear the want of earthly good,
While heaven is kept in view.

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HYMN 285. S. M.

CAN

Lisbon. [*]

The Unrighteous excluded from Heaven.
SAN sinners hope for heaven,
Who love this world so well;
Or dream of future happiness,

While in the road to hell?

2 Shall they hosannas sing, With an unhallowed tongue; Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbor wrong? 3 Can sin's deceitful way

Conduct to Zion's hill;

Or those expect with God to reign
Who disregard his will?

4 Thy grace, O God, alone
Can a good hope afford!

The pardoned and renewed shall see
The glory of the Lord.

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HYMN 286. L. M. Munich.

The Value of a Moment.

AT every motion of our breath,

Pratt's Col.

[b]

Life trembles on the brink of death;

A taper's flame that upward turns,
While downward to the dust it burns.
2 A moment ushered us to birth,
Heirs of the commonwealth of earth;
Moment by moment, years are past,
And one ere long will be our last.

3 "Twixt that, long-fled, which gave us light,
And that which soon shall end in night,
There is a point no eye can see,
Yet on it hangs eternity.

4 This is that moment,-who shall tell
Whether it leads to heaven or hell?
This is that moment,-as we choose,
The immortal soul we save or lose.

5 Time past and time to come are not,
Time present is our only lot;

O God, henceforth our hearts incline**

To seek no other love than thine! Montgomery.

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HYMN 287. S. M.

Olmutz. [b]

The Issues of Life and Death.
WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love:-
4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh what eternal horrors hang

Around "the second death!"
5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.

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Montgomery.

HYMN 288. C. M. Dundee. [b]
Treasuring up Wrath.

UNGR

INGRATEFUL man! Oh whence this
Of long-extended grace?

And whence this madness, that insults
Th' Almighty to his face?

2 Is all the treasured wrath so small,
You labor still for more;
Though not eternal rolling years

Can e'er exhaust that store?

s 3 Swift will the day of vengeance come, Which must your sentence seal;

g And righteous judgment, now unknown, In all its wrath reveal.

p 4 Alarmed and melted at his voice, Your conquered heart shall bow; g But, to escape the vengeance then, Embrace the Saviour now.

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HYMN 289. H. M. Haddam. [b or *]

WHE

THEN frowning death appears,
And points his fatal dart,

3 Sinners, awake, attend,

And flee the wrath to come;

Make Christ, the Judge, your friend,

And heaven shall be your home.

His mercy nigh,

Now points the path,

That leads from death

To joys on high. Lee.

HYMN 290. S. M. Norwalk. [b]

Anticipation of the Judgment.

TOW will my heart endure

8 1 HOW

The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven, before the Judge,
Astonished shrink away!

2 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

3 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ;

Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

4 So shall that curse remove

By which the Saviour bled; And the last awful day shall pour His blessings on our head.

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HYMN 291. S. M.

I

Doddridge.

Yarmouth. [b]

The Harvest past.

SAW beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,

Prepared to scan with strict account
My blessings wasted here.
2 His wrath, like flaming fire,
Burned to the lowest hell-

And in that hopeless world of wo
He bade my spirit dwell.

3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,

While yet 'tis called to-day; Soon will the awful voice of death, Command your souls away.

4 Soon will the harvest closeThe summer soon be o'erAnd soon your injured, angry God

Will hear your prayers no more. Dwight. HYMN 292. L. M. Winchelsea. [b or *] The Watchful Servant. Luke xii, 38, 39.

1 AWAKE, awake, each sluggish soul!

Awake, and view the setting sun!
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.

e 2 Death! 'tis an awful, solemn sound!
Oh may it wake the slumbering ear!
Apace the dreadful conqueror comes,
With all his pale companions near.
3 Soon will he close all drowsy eyes,
Nor shall we hear these warnings more;
Soon will the mighty Judge approach;
E'en now he stands before the door.
g 4 To-day, attend his gracious voice!
This is the summons which he sends-
"Awake! for on this passing hour,
Thy long eternity depends."

Heginbotham.
HYMN 293. L. M. Nazareth. [* or b]
The Sinner hastened.

HA

b 1 ASTEN, O sinner! to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is it to be won.

2 Oh hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy season should be o'er,
Before this evening stage be run.
3 Hasten, O sinner! to return,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should cease to burn,
Before the needful work is done.

4 Hasten, O sinner! to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Palve the marrow is harpin,

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HYMN 294. H. M. Haddam. [b]
"Yet there is Room." Luke xiv, 22.
1 VE dying sons of men,

YE

Immerged in sin and wo,

The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinner, come;
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful is his name:
Backsliding souls, return and come;
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls, draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come:

In mercy's breast there still is room. Boden. HYMN 295. C. M. Canterbury. [b or *] God's Command to all Men to repent. Luke xiii, 3. REPENT, the voice celestial cries,

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No longer dare delay:

The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,—
And meets a fiery day.

2 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with the grace.

g 3 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar:

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

4 Amazing love,-that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts subdued by goodness fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.