d What multitudes of thoughtless souls 2 But yonder see that narrow way 3 They from destruction's city camé, 4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be- I would not for ten thousand worlds, HYMN 27. L. M. Bath, Luther's Hymn. DODDRIDGE. The sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. v. 27. R AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine Behold God's balance lifted high! Mark with what force its precepts draw: 3 Behold the hand of God appears "Sinner-thy soul is wanting found, And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." 4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace; Let horror change thy guilty face; Thro' all thy thoughts let anguish roll, Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail ;Christ hath a weight to turn the scale ; Still doth the gospel publish peace, And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy power to save ; Deep on the heart, these truths engrave; The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. HYMN 28. C. M. Funeral Hymn, Elgin. Hell. Isa. xxx. 33. Mark ix. 43, 44. 1 VAR from the utmost verge of day Those gloomy regions lie, Where flames amid the darkness playThe worm shall never die. 2 The breath of God-his angry breath Supplies and fans the fire; There sinners taste the second death, 3 Conscience, the never dying worm, 4 Sad world indeed! ah, who can bear Forever there to dwellForever sinking in despair, In all the pains of hell! HYMN 29. C. M. Elgin, Funeral Hymn. The Scoffer. WATTS. ALLye who laugh and sport with death, say, there is no hell; The gasp of your expiring breath And tortures wake the mind! 3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, HYMN 30. L. M. Bath, Monmouth. To-day. Heb. iv. 7. HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise, The longer wisdom you despise The harder is she 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's course be run. 3 Hasten, O sinner, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn Before the needful work is done. 4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest, And stay not for the morrow's sun, HYMN 31. L. M. Winchester, Bath, Wells. NEWTON. The fig-tree. Mark xi. 20. ONE awful word which Jesus spoke Against the tree that bore no fruit, More dreadful than the lightning's stroke, Blasted and dry'd it to the root. 2 How many, who the gospel hear, 3 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk, 4 Without such fruit as God expects, Knowledge will make our state the worse; The fruitless sinners he rejects, And soon will blast them with his curse. HYMN 32. S. M. DODDRIDGE. Dunbar, Orange, Bridgeport. Preparation for the Judgment. Rev. xx. 11. HOW will my heart endure The terrors of that day; When earth and heav'n, before the judge, Astonish'd shrink away! 2 But ere that trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead; 3 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Fly to the shelter of his cross, 4 So shall that curse remove, 1 HYMN 33. s. M. Bridgeport, Wirksworth. DWIGHT. The harvest is past. Jer. viii. 20. SAW, beyond the tomb, |