Hail, Abraham's God and mine.
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.
6 GEN. XIX. 17.-"Escape for thy life: look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain.””
1 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
The longer Wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
2 O hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy season should be o'er
Before this evening's stage be run.
3 O hasten, sinner, to return,
And stav not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn
Before thy needful work is done.
4 O hasten, sinner, to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest
Before the morrow is begun.
5 O Lord, do thou the sinner turn!
Now rouse him from his senseless state!
O let him not thy counsel spurn,
Nor rue his fatal choice too late!
7 GEN. XIX. 17.-" Escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed."
1 HASTE, traveller, haste! the night comes on,
And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest;
Haste, traveller, haste !
2 O, far from home thy footsteps stray;
Christ is the life, and Christ the way,
And Christ the light.-Yon setting sun
Sinks ere the morn is scarce begun :
Haste, traveller, haste!
3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky,
The rains descend, the winds are high ;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path,-no refuge near:
Haste, traveller, haste!
4 O yes, a shelter you may gain,—
A covert from the wind and rain,-
A hiding-place, a rest, a home,---
A refuge from the wrath to come:
Haste, traveller, haste!
5 Then linger not in all the plain,
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O, speed thee, speed thee on thy way:
Haste, traveller, haste!
6 Poor, lost, benighted soul, art thou
Willing to find salvation now?-
There yet is hope,-hear mercy's call,-
Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all !
Haste to HIM, haste!
8 GEN. XXVIII. 15.-" I am with thee, and will keep thee in all places whether thou goest."
1 ON mountains and in vallies,
Where'er we go is God;
The cottage and the palace
Alike are His abode.
2 In sinking and in soaring,
Thought finds him ever near,-
Where angels are adoring,
Where fiends believe and fear.
3 With watchful eye abiding
Upon us with delight;
Our souls, in Him confiding,
He keeps both day and night.
4 Above me, and beside me,
My God is ever near,-
To watch, protect, and guide me,
Whatever ills appear.
5 Tho' other friends may fail me
In sorrow's dark abode,-
Tho' death itself assail me,
I'm ever safe with God.
GEN. XXXII. 26.-" I will not let thee go except thou bless me."
1 NAY, I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face
Mine's an urgent, pressing case.
2 Dost thou ask me who I am?
Ah, my Lord, thou know'st my name!
Yet the question gives a plea,
To support my suit with thee.
3 Thou didst once a wretch behold,
In rebellion blindly bold,
Scorn thy grace, thy pow'r defy,
That poor rebel, Lord, was I.
4 Once a sinner near despair
Sought thy mercy-seat by pray'r;
Mercy heard and set him free,
Lord, that mercy came to me.
5 Many years have pass'd since then,
Many changes I have seen,
Yet have been upheld till now;
Who could hold me up but thou?
6 Thou hast help'd in every need,
This emboldens me to plead ;
After so much mercy past,
Canst thou let me sink at last?
7 No-I must maintain my hold,
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold;
I can no denial take,
When I plead for Jesu's sake.
1 LIKE Jacob here I stand,
And wrestle with the Lord;
With weary heart and hand,
Waiting some gracious word.
Waiting some gracious word
To soothe my heavy woe :-
Except thou bless me, Lord,
I will not let thee go.
2 The day is breaking fast,
All night I have been here,
To cure my aching breast,
When shall my Lord appear?
When shall my Lord appear,
And comfort to me flow?
Except thou bless me, Lord,
I will not let thee go.
11 GEN. XLIX. 18.-" I have waited for thy sal
1 WHAT tho' time on earth were over? Not on time our hopes depend;
Lo, beyond it, we discover
Life that never knows an end.
'Mid the woes that life attend,
Still for rest we turn to thee:
God, a father and a friend,
Changeless, in his Son we see.
2 Father still in all our need,
Father still in weal or woe;
Father even of the dead,
When into the grave we go.
Change may toss us to and fro,
Changeless He in whom we trust:
Ev'n our dust his care shall know,
When our bodies turn to dust.
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