4 While no wrinkled wave is seen,
While the sky remains serene,
Fill'd with hopes and golden schemes,
Of a storm he little dreams.

5 But, ere long, the tempest raves,
Then he trembles at the waves;
Wishes then he had been wise,
But too late-he sinks and dies.

6 Hapless thus, are they, (vain world,) Soon on the rocks of ruin hurl'd,

Who, admiring thee, untry'd,
Court thy pleasures, wealth or pride.

7 Such a shipwreck had been mine,
Had not Jesus, (name divine!)
Sav'd me with a mighty hand,
And restor❜d my soul to land.

8 Now, with gratitude, I raise
Ebenezers to his praise;
Now my rash pursuits are o'er,
I can trust thee, world, no more.

1 BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts, The world to our unpractis'd hearts

A flatt'ring prospect shows;
Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Of gay delights, and golden dreams,
And undisturb'd repose.

2 So in the desert's dreary waste,
By magic pow'r produc'd in haste,
(As ancient fables say,)
Castles, and groves, and music sweet,
The senses of the trav❜ller meet,

And stop him in his way.

8 But while he listens with surprise, The charm dissolves, the vision dies,

"Twas but enchanted ground;

Thus, if the Lord our spirit touch, The world, which promis'd us so much,

A wilderness is found.

4 At first we start and feel distress'd, Convinc'd we never can have rest In such a wretched place; But he whose mercy breaks the charm,

Reveals his own almighty arm,

And bids us seek his face.

5 Then we begin to live indeed,
When from our sin and bondage freed
By this beloved Friend;
We follow him from day to day,
Assur'd of grace through all the way,
And glory at the end.

1 No words can declare,
No fancy can paint,
What rage and despair,
What hopeless complaint,
Fill Satan's dark dwelling,
The prison beneath;
What weeping, and yelling,
And gnashing of teeth!
2 Yet sinners will choose
This dreadful abode;
Each madly pursues

The dangerous road;
Though God give them warning,
They onward will go,
They answer with scorning,
And rush upon wo.

3 How sad to behold

The rich and the poor,

The young and the old,
All blindly secure!

All posting to ruin,
Refusing to stop;

Ah! think what you're doing,
While yet there is hope!

VOL. II.

4 How weak is your hand
To fight with the Lord!
How can you withstand
The edge of his sword?
What hope of escaping
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping
To swallow his foes!

5 How oft have you dar'd
The Lord to his face!
Yet still you are spar'd

To hear of his grace;
Oh! pray for repentance
And life-giving faith,
Before the just sentence
Consign you to death.

6 It is not too late
To Jesus to flee,
His mercy is great,
His pardon is free!
His blood has such virtue,
For all that believe,
That nothing can hurt you,
If him you receive.

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1 STOP, poor sinner! stop and think
Before you further go!
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?
Once again, I charge you, stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!

2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, When he judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away,

Like wax before the flame?

3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come,
To drag you to his bar; -
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair.

All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin❜d with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass:
Sinners then in vain will call,
(Though they now despise his
grace,)

Rocks and mountains, on us fall,
And hide us from his face !

5 But as yet there is a hope

You may his mercy know;
Though his arm is lifted up,

He still forbears the blow:
"Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come shall be deny'd,
He says, "There still is room."t

1 SHALL men pretend to pleasure Who never knew the Lord? Can all the worldling's treasure True peace of mind afford? They shall obtain this jewel,

And what their hearts desire, When they, by adding fuel,

Can quench the flame of fire.

2 Till you can bid the ocean,

When furious tempests roar,
Forget its wonted motion,

And rage and swell no more,
In vain your expectation
To find content in sin,
Or freedom from vexation
While passions reign within.

3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus,
If you would good possess;
"Tis he alone that frees us
From guilt and from distress:

When he, by faith, is present,

The sinner's troubles cease; His ways are truly pleasant, And all his paths are peace.

4 Our time in sin we wasted,
And fed upon the wind;
Until his love we tasted

No comfort could we find :
But now we stand to witness

His pow'r and grace to you;
May you perceive its fitness,
And call upon him too!

5 Our pleasure and our duty,
Though opposite before,
Since we have seen his beauty,
Are join'd, to part no more :
It is our highest pleasure,

No less than duty's call,
To love him beyond measure,
And serve him with our all.

1 SINNER, art thou still secure? Wilt thou still refuse to pray? * Rev. vi. 16. + Luke, xiv. 22.

Can thy heart or hands endure In the Lord's avenging day? § Prov. iii. 17.

Isa. lvii. 20, 21.

See, his mighty arm is bar'd! Awful terrors clothe his brow! For his judgment stand prepar'd, Thou must either break or bow.

2 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee, Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee? Who his advent may abide?

You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide When the world is wrapt in flame?

3 Then the rich, the great, the wise, Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd, Must behold the wrathful eyes

Of the Judge they once blasphem'd: Where are now their haughty looks? Oh, their horror and despair!

When they see the open'd books, And their dreadful sentence hear! 4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!

Soon we must resign our breath;
And our souls be call'd, to pass

Through the iron gate of death:
Let us now our days improve,

Listen to the Gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above,

Scorn the world's pretended joys.

5 Oh! when flesh and heart shall fail, Let thy love our spirits cheer, Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail Over Satan, sin, and fear: Trusting in thy precious name,

May we thus our journey end: Then our foes shall lose their aim, And the Judge will be our friend.

1 SINNERS, hear the Saviour's call,
He now is passing by ;
He has seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry.
He has pardons to impart,

Grace to save thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills his heart,
And wipe away thy tears.

2 Why art thou afraid to come

And tell him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face;
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, Who, to save thy soul from hell,

Has shed his precious blood?

3 Think how on the cross he hung,

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds! Hark, from each, as with a tongue, The voice of pardon sounds!

See, from all his bursting veins,

Blood of wondrous virtue flow !
Shed to wash away thy stains,

And ransom thee from wo.

4 Though his majesty be great,
His mercy is no less;
Though he thy transgressions hate,
He feels for thy distress:
By himself the Lord has sworn
He delights not in thy death ;*
But invites thee to return,

That thou may'st live by faith.

5 Raise thy downcast eyes and see

What throngs his throne surround!
These, though sinners once, like thee,
Have full salvation found:
Yield not then to unbelief, [room!"

While he says "There yet is
Though of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.

2 With terror I read

My sins' heavy score,
The number exceeds
The sands on the shore ;
Guilt makes me unable
To stand or to flee;
So Cain murder'd Abel,
And trembled like me.

s Each sin, like his blood,
With terrible cry,
Calls loudly on God

To strike from on high: Nor can my repentance, Extorted by fear, Reverse the just sentence; "Tis just, though severe.

4 The case is too plain,

I have my own choice;
Again, and again,

I slighted his voice;
His warnings neglected,
His patience abus'd,
His Gospel rejected,
His mercy refus'd.

1 O LORD, how vile am I,

5 And must I then go,

For ever to dwell In torments and wo,

With devils, in hell!
Oh! where is the Saviour
I scorn'd in times past?
His word in my favour
Would save me at last.

6 Lord Jesus, on thee
I venture to call,
Oh look upon me,

The vilest of all!

For whom didst thou languish
And bleed on the tree?
Oh pity my anguish,

And say, ""Twas for thee!"

7 A case such as mine
Will honour thy pow'r;
All hell will repine,

All heav'n will adore :
If in condemnation

Strict justice takes place,
It shines in salvation
More glorious, through grace.

Unholy and unclean! How can I dare to venture nigh With such a load of sin?

2 Is this polluted heart

A dwelling fit for thee? Swarming, alas! in ev'ry part, What evils do I see !

3 If I attempt to pray,

And lisp thy holy name,

My thoughts are hurry'd soon away,
I know not where I am.

4 If in thy word I look,

Such darkness fills my mind,

I only read a sealed book,
But no relief can find.

5 Thy Gospel oft I hear,

But hear it still in vain;

Without desire, or love, or fear, I like a stone remain.

6 Myself can hardly bear

This wretched heart of mine;
How hateful then must it appear
To those pure eyes of thine?

7 And must I, then, indeed,

Sink in despair and die? [bleed Fain would I hope that thou didst For such a wretch as I.

8 That blood which thou hast spilt, That grace which is thine own, Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt, And soften hearts of stone.

9 Low at thy feet I bow,

Oh pity and forgive!

Here will I lie, and wait till thou
Shalt bid me rise and live.

1 My former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins

I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins.