A Baptismal Hymn.
HE great redeemer we adore,
Who came the lost to seek and save; Went humbly down from Jordan's shore, To find a tomb beneath its wave!
2 Thus it becomes us to fulfil
"All righteousness," he meekly said s
Why should we then to do his will,
Or be asham'd, or be afraid?
3 With thee into thy watery tomb,
Lord, 'tis our glory to descend;
'Tis wond'rous grace that gives us room,
To lie inter'd by such a friend.
4 Yet as the yielding waves give way,
To let us see the light again;
So on the resurrection day,
The bands of death prove weak and vain.
5 Thus when thou shalt again appear,
The gates of death shall open wide,
Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear,
And rise and triumph at thy side.
OOR mourning souls in deep distress,
A doleful lar entation;
Find themselves dead in wickedness,
Under sad condemnation.
The thunderbolts from Sinai mount,
Doth sound with loudest terrors; While reckoning up on God's account, I'm dwron'd in grief and sorrows.
2 Ah woe is me that I was born, Or ever had a being;
O that I'd been some untimely birth,
That had no future being.
O that I'd di'd when I was young,
O what would I have given ;
That so with babes my little tongue,
Might praised God in heaven.
3 But woe is me in deep distress,
Just worne away with trouble;
Day after day I seek for peace,
But find my sorrows double.
Says Satan fatal is your case,
Times, past you might repented
But now you know it is too late,
So make yourself contented.
4 How can I live? how can I breathe?'
Under such sore temptations;
Conclude my day of grace is past,
Lord hear my lamentation.
For I am weary of my life,
groans and bitter cryings;
My wants are great, my mind is strife,
My spirit almost dying.
5 But who is this that looketh forth,
Like to the blooming morning;
Clear as the sun, fair as the moon,
'Tis Jesus Christ adorning.
Jesus can cloathe my naked soul,
Jesus for me hath died;
Well may I now with pleasure sing
My wants are all supplied..
WAK'D by Sinai's awful sound,
My soul in guilt and thral I found,
And knew not where to go;
O'erwhelm'd with sin, with anguish slain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or sink to endless woe.
2 Amaz'd I stood but could not tell,
Which way to shun the gates of Hell,
For Death and Hell drew near:
I strove indeed, but strove in vain,
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded-in my ear.
3 When to the law I trembling fled,
It pour'd its curses on my head,
I no relief could find;
This fearful truth increas'd my pain,
The sinner must be born again,
And whelm'd my tortur'd mind.
4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast unwieldly load;
Alas! I read, and saw it plain,
The sinner must be born again.
Or drink the wrath of God.
5 The saints I heard with rapture tell,
How Jesus conquer'd Death and Hell,
And broke the fowler's snare ;
Yet when I found this truth remain,
The sinner must be born again,
I sunk in deep despair.
6 But while I thus in anguish lay, Jesus of Nazareth pass'd that way, And felt his pity move;
The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.
7 To Heaven the joyful tidings flew,
The angels tun'd their harps anew,
And loftier notes did raise;
All hail the Lamb, who once was slain,
Unnumber'd millions, born again,
Will shout thine endless praise.
STOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go-
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?
Hell beneath is gaping wide!
Vengeance waits the dread command, Soon to stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd.
O be entreated now to stop,
For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware you'll drop
Into the burning lake.
2 Ghastly death will quickly come,,
And drag you to the bar;
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair :
All your sins will round you croud,
Sins of bloody crimson dye,
Back for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?
3 Say, have you an arm like God,'.
That you his will oppose !
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Fear you not his iron rod,
With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that great day,
When he judgment shall proclaim,
When the earth shall melt away,
Like wax before the flame ?
4 Though our hearts are made of stone,
Your foreheads 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,
That you may mercy know,
Though his arm is lifted up,
He still forbears the blow :
It was for sinners Jesus dy'd,
Sinners he invites to come:
None who come shall be deny'd,
He says there yet is room.
HYMN 189.
Longing for Heaven.
WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above; And from that flowing fountain, Drink everlasting love.
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