Make Christ, the Judge, your friend,
And heaven shall be your home.
His mercy nigh,

Now points the path
That leads from death
To joys on high.

HYMN 26. C. M.

The Sinner warned against abuse of the Divine Goodness.

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NGRATEFUL sinners, whence this

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Of God's long suff'ring grace?

And whence this madness that insults
Th' Almighty to his face?

2 Is it because his patience waits,
And pitying bowels move,
You multiply transgressions more,
And scorn his offer'd love?

3 Dost thou not know, self-blinded man,
His goodness is design'd

To wake repentance in thy soul,
And melt thy harden'd mind?

4 And wilt thou rather choose to meet
Th' Almighty as thy foe;

And treasure up his wrath in store
Against the day of woe?

Soon shall that fatal day approach,
That must thy sentence seal,

And righteous judgments, now unknown,

In awful pomp reveal.

6 While they who full of holy deeds,
To glory seek to rise,
Continuing patient to the end,
Shall gain th' immortal prize.

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HYMN 27. C. M.

Exhortation to repentance.

EPENT, the voice celestial cries,
Nor longer dare delay :

The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sov'reign eye of God
O'erlocks the crimes of men ;
Has heralds are despatched abroad
To warn the world of sin.

3 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offer'd Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.

4 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar :

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

5 Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

HYMN 28. P. M. 7.

To day, the season of mercy.
ASTEN, sinner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's su
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this ev'ning's stage be run.
3 Hasten, sinner, to return;

sun:

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun,

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HYMŃ 29. L. M.

The striving of the spirit.
AY, sinner, hath a voice within,
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,--
Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,

And pointed to the coming wrath,

And warn'd thee from that wrath 16 fe

3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call,
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
4 Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.
5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner-perhaps this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be;
Oh, should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.

Inviting.

HYMN 30. L. M.

Christ knocking at the heart of the sinner.

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EHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks, has knock'd be-
fore;

Hath waited long-is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands!

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Oh, matchless kindness! and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes! 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? He will; the very friend you need; The friend of sinners-yes, 'tis He, With garments dy'd on Calvary. 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine, Turn out his enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster sin, And let the heav'nly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn, His feet departed ne'er return; Admit him, or the hour's at hand, You'll at his door rejected stand.

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HYMN 31. C. M.

The sinner's heart opened.

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WHO is this stranger at the door,
That would admission gain?
I know he oft has knock'd before,
Still he has come again.

2 I find him knocking at my heart,
Though I've defied his will;
He waits to act a gracious part,
And all his truth fulfil.

3 Too long, alas! I've entertain'd
A soul-destroying guest,

Who took possession of my heart,
And all my powers oppressed.

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