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O be earnest, do not stay;
Thou mayest perish e'en to-day.
Rise, thou lost one, rise and flee;

Lo! thy Saviour waits for thee. 18

YAY, sinner, hath a voice within

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Urged thee to leave the

ways

of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control ? Hath something met thee in the path Of worldliness and vanity, And pointed to the coming wrath, And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee? 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. Sinner, perhaps, this very day Thy latest call from God may be; And should'st thou harden'd turn away,

Then hope may never beam on thee. 19

O , to be wise,

Hand stay not for?'the morrow's sun ;

The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
O hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy season should be o'er,
Before this evening's stage be run.

O hasten, sinner, to return,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn,
Before the needful work is done.
O hasten, sinner, to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun.
O Lord, do thou the sinner turn,
O rouse him from his senseless state;
Nor let him thy salvation spurn,
Nor rue his fatal choice too late.

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ILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin,

Haste to Zion's gate away; There, till mercy speaks within, Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray. Knock-for Jesus lends an ear; Weep-he marks the mourner's sigh; Watch-till heav'nly light appear; Pray-he knows the sinner's cry. Hark! it is thy Saviour's voice“Welcome, Pilgrim, to thy rest :”Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and own'd, and bought, and blest. Safe—from all the lures of vice; Own'd—by joys the contrite know; Bought-by love, and life the price; Blest—the mighty debt to owe.

Happy pilgrim! what for thee
In this world can now remain ?
Seek that world from which shall flee
Fear, and shame, and tears, and pain.
Fear !—thou hast in heav'n no place;
Shame !—from glory's view retire;
Tears !—be wiped from ev'ry face;
Pain !-in endless bliss expire.

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ETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injured Father's face ; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart; Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, Whose hand can heal thy inward smart. Return, O wanderer, return, He heard thy deep, repentant sigh ; He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn, When no intruding ear was nigh. Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, 0 wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says—No longer mourn ; 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

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LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix

my

frail inconstant heart; Henceforth

my

chief desire shall be,
To dedicate myself to thee;

To thee, my God, to thee.
Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy,
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fix'd on thee;

On thee, my God, on thee.
Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thou’rt present, Lord, in every place;
And wheresoe'er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee;

To thee, my God, to thee.
Renouncing every worldly thing,
Safe 'neath the covert of thy wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be
That all I want, I find in thee;

In thee, my God, in thee.
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NHINE eye, Lord God, alone can see

The soul through every secret part; The mystery of iniquity Hid in the hollow of man's heart. Myself unto myself reveal, Light let me see in thy pure light; The eye of unbelief unseal, Change doubt to faith, and faith to sight.

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By inward vision to discern
The misery of my

low estate,
And from that sad disclosure learn
Life's hardest lesson, ere too late :-
Life's hardest lesson, but its best!
The source of all my ills to trace
Through the dark windings of my breast,
Or in the world's deceitful face.
How long, how far on pilgrimage
To Zion have I feign'd to go,
Yet went astray at every stage,
Snared or smit down by every foe!
Oh, let that narrow path be mine,
Which, level as the morning-ray,
Like it, shall upward tend, and shine,
From earth’s faint dawn to heaven's full day.

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GRANT me, Lord, myself to see;

Against myself to watch and pray;
How weak am I, when left by thee;

How frail, how apt to fall away!
If but a moment thou withdraw,
That moment sees me break thy law.
Saviour, the sinner's only trust,

To thee with trembling hope I call;
O raise the feeble from the dust,

And let me never, never fall :
Let not thy grace be given in vain,
Nor let me turn to sin again.

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