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6 Just so, we by a glimpse discern
The glorious things within the veil ;
That, when in darkness, we may learn
To live by faith till light prevail.

7 The Lord's great day will soon advance,
Dispersing all the shades of night;
Then we no more shall need a glance,
But see by an eternal light.

HYMN CCL.

The Alarm.

NEWTON.

1 PAUSE, ye wanderers, pause, and think Before ye farther go;

Sport not on the awful brink

Of everlasting woe;

On the verge of ruin stop-
Now the friendly warning take-
Stay your footsteps-ere ye drop
Into the burning lake.

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

With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, Which his justice shall proclaim, When the earth shall melt away Before the avenging flame?

3 Soon the king of fears will 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;
You shall mark their crimson die;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

Though your heart were 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
(Sinners who despise his grace)
On the senseless rocks to fall

And hide them from his face.
5 But for you there yet is hope,
You may his mercy know;
Though his arm is lifted up,

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He still forbears the blow:
"Twas for sinners Jesus died,
He invites the wanderers home;
None who come shall be denied,
He says" There still is room!"

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HYMN CCLI.

The Storm hushed.

NEWTON.

IS past-the dreadful stormy night
Is gone, with all it's fears!

And now I see returning light,
The Lord, my Sun, appears.

2 [The tempter, who but lately said,
I soon should be his prey,

Has heard my Saviour's voice, and fled
With shame and grief away.

3 Ah! Lord, since thou didst hide thy face,
What has my soul endur'd?
But now 'tis past, I feel thy grace,
And all my wounds are cur'd!]

4 Oh wonderous change! but just before
Despair beset me round,

I heard the lion's horrid roar,
And trembled at the sound.

5 Before corruption, guilt, and fear,
My comforts blasted fell;
And unbelief discover'd near
The dreadful depths of hell.

6 But Jesus pity'd my distress,
He heard my feeble cry,
Reveal'd his blood and righteousness,
And brought salvation nigh.

7 Beneath the banner of his love

I now secure remain;

The tempter frets, but dares not move,
To break my peace again.

8 Lord, since thou thus hast broke

And set the captive free,

my

bands,

I would devote my tongue, my hands,
My heart, my all, to thee.

HYMN CCLII.

The Effort.

NEWTON.

1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By sorrow sore opprest,
By war without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place!
That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, Thou hast dy'd.

5 Oh wonderous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
May plead thy gracious name.

6" Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still,
My promis'd grace receive;"
'Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.

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HYMN CCLIII.

Confession and Prayer.

FOR A DAY OF PUBLIC HUMILIATION.

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NEWTON,

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Be felt by all assembled here!

Or else our service will but mock
The God whom we profess to fear!

2 Lord, while thy judgments shake the land,
Thy people's eyes are fix'd on thee!
We own thy just uplifted hand,

Which thousands cannot, will not see.

3 How long hast thou bestow'd thy care
On this indulg'd, ungrateful spot;
While other nations far and near,
Have envy'd and admir'd our lot.

4 [Here peace and liberty have dwelt,
The glorious gospel, brightly shone ;

And oft our enemies have felt

That God has made our cause his own.]

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5 But ah! both heaven and earth have heard
Our vile requital of his love!
We, whom like children he has rear'd,
Rebels against his goodness prove.

[His grace despis'd, his pow'r defy'd,
And legions of the blackest crimes,
Profaneness, riot, lust, and pride,

Are signs that mark the present times.]

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