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Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee? 4 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 ? 5 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. 6 Let us now our day improve, Listen to the gospel voice; Seek the things that are above; Scorn the world's pretended joys.

HYMN 41. L. M..

Surry, Putney,

LEE.

God angry with the wicked. Ps. vii. 11.

A How Just, how holy is the Lord!
N angry God-a Judge severe-
While christians hope with humble fear,
Let sinners tremble at his word.

2 His law condemns the wicked now,

And goodness seals their awful doom; But wrath, tho' here unseen, and slow, Will burst, and burn beyond the tomb. 3 Then, how may hope and peace be found? My trembling, anxious heart inquires;A hope secure on gospel ground, No phantom which the world inspires?

4 Dear Saviour, friend of sinners, hear,
And lift on me thy smiling face;
Chase from my soul each doubt and fear,
And bid me taste thy cheering grace.

HYMN 42. S. M.

Oulney, Wirksworth.

HYDE.

Apostacy. 2 Pet. ii. 22.

1 E, who in former days,

Ywere found at Zion's gate;

Who seem'd to walk in wisdom's ways,
And told your happy state;

2 But now to sin draw back,
And love again to stray,
The narrow path of life forsake,
And choose the beaten way;

3 Think not your names above
Are written with the saints;
The promise of unchanging love
Is his who never faints.

4 Your transient joy and peace Your deeper doom have seal'd, Unless you wake to righteousness, Ere judgment is reveal'd.

HYMN 43. 7, 6.

NEWTON.

Brighthelmstone, Amsterdam, Margate.

The Alarm.

1 TOP, poor sinners, stop and think, Before you further go

Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo!

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
Like wax before the flame?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And 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 dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

4 Tho' 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,

Those who now despise his grace,
"Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face."

41

INVITING.

HYMN 44.

C. M.

STEELE.

1

Clifford, Bray, Herman.

The Saviour's invitation. John vii. 37.

THE

HE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heav'nly sound;

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,

And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal wo.

3 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys-
And can you yet delay ?

4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly,

And take the biiss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

HYMN 45. C. M. MEDLEY.

Barby, Clarendon.

OH, what amazing words of grace

Are in the gospel found!

Suited to ev'ry sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound.

2 Come then, with all your wants and wounds,

Your ev'ry burden bring;

Here love, eternal love abounds,
A deep celestial spring.

3 This spring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;

Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.

HYMN 46.

C. M.

WATTS.

THE

Wantage, Buckingham.

HERE is a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."

2 My soul obeys th' Almighty call,
And runs to this relief;

I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh! help my unbelief.

3 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;

Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest die.

4 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With his apostate crew.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;

Be thou my strength and righteousness,

My Jesus, and my

all!

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