1. THE NEW YEAR. I WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Never more to meet us here; low, 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 why? die ? 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 above. 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? God, the Spirit, asks you why? strove, why de ? 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 ? |