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3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there; We find a tall and sickly stalk,
But not the fruitful ear.
Receive the trust in vain;
And pick up all the grain. 5 But where the Lord of
The deep-wrought furrows yield! 6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Provide a fruitful place.
From day to day, from year to year,
“ No longer stand ye idle here.”
Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are
idle here? 3 “Oh! as the griefs
Maker's business here! 4 “ And ye, whose locks of scanty grey
Foretell your latest travail near;
And stand ye yet so idle here?
5 “ One hour remains, there is but one!
But many a shriek and many a tear Through endless years the guilt must moan,
Of moments lost and wasted here. 6 Oh Thou, by all thy works ador'd,
To whom the sinner's soul is dear,
Our various fruit to see;
; And fear that keenly-wounding axe,
Which arms his awful hand. 3 Close to the root behold it laid,
To make destruction sure:
Or who the fire endure?
Nor let it wait in vain;
167. C.M.— Israel's Obstinacy under God's lifted Hand. Isa. xxvi. 11. 1 LORD, when thy hand is lifted up,
The wicked will not see;
Though they obdurate be.
And seek their Maker's face!
If not enforc'd by grace.
3 Exert thy mighty influence, Lord,
And melt the stony breast; Then shall thy justice be ador’d,
Thy mercy stand confest.
And put his sins away,
But lift his own to pray.
168. C.M.-Sinners called to Repentance. Acts xvii, 30. 1 REPENT, the voice celestial cries,
Nor longer dare delay: The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
To warn the world of sin. 3 The summons reach through all the earth;
Let earth attend and fear:
And let their vassals hear.
And all your guilt confess;
Nor trifle with the grace.
And call you to his bar;
And turns to vengeance there. 6 Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!
And weep, and love, and praise.
L.M.- A Call to Sinners. 1 SINNER, O why so thoughtless grown;
Why in such dreadful haste to die; Daring to leap to worlds unknown,
Heedless against thy God to fly? 2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams, Madly attempt the’ infernal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames? 3 Stay sinner on the gospel plains,
Behold the Lord of life unfold The glories of his dying pains,
For ever telling, yet untold,
Beneath the yoke divine;
Ånd seek his injur'd grace,
The openings of his face.
And he shall speed his flight;
Shall fold you with delight.
And purge your hearts from sin; Here fix your long-divided views,
And peace shall reign within. 5 Blest Saviour, draw us by thy love,
And fix us by thy power; When we have felt these sweet constraints,
Our souls shall røve no more.
171. S.M.-“ Give glory to God before he cause darkness.” Jer. xiii. 16. 1 THE swift declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
Gains on the western sky. 2 Ye mortals, mark its
pace, And use the hours of light; For know, its Maker can command
An instantaneous night. 3
His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze:
The remnant of its days.
Your feet shall quickly slide; And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride. 5 Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the whirling sphere: Submissive at his footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.
Through all the horrid gloom,
In a celestial home.
172. S.M.- The final Sentence and Misery of the Wicked. Matt. xxv. 41. 1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise,
His all-discerning eyes?
The terrors of that day,
Astonish'd shrink away?