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1. THE NEW YEAR. I WHILE with ceaseless course
the sun Hasted through the former
Never more to meet us here;
2. TURN, WHY WILL
YE DIE. 1 SINNER's, turn, why will yo
die? God, your Maker, asks you
why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands, Why, ye thankless creatures,
why Will ye cross his love, and die 3 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? Christ your Savior, asks you
2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace be
hind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid
stream; Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past re
ceive, Pardon of our sins renew : Teach us henceforth how to
live, With eternity in view: Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Savior's love; And when life's short tale is
told, May we dwell with theo
3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
1 HEARTS of stone, relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
Cover'd with a gore of blood,
2 Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Drove the nails that fix'd him there ;
Pierced him with a soldier's spear;
3 Will you let him die in vain,
Still to death pursue your Lord ;
Trample on his precious blood ?