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Paul Gerhardt, 1653.
Tr. by J.C. Jacobi, 1725. Alt.

178 Kentucky. S.M.

_Guilt and Helplessness of Man._ (405)

Ah! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God,
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

4 Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Savior's blood.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

179 Kentucky. S.M.

_An Evil Heart._ (406)

Astonished and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The source of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Envy and pride, deceit and guile,
Distrust and slavish fear.

3 Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant lusts subdue;
Drive the old serpent from his seat,
And all my powers renew.

4 This done,--my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My heart shall glow with gratitude,
My lips be filled with praise.

Benjamin Beddome, 1787.

180 Olmutz. S.M.

_The Reign of Sin._ (407)

How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise.

2 Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

3 The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

4 Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

181 Downs. C.M.

_The Need of Regeneration._ (396)

How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

2 Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

3 'Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason's darkened eyes.

4 Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord! be thine.

Anne Steele, 1760.

182 Downs. C.M.

_Pardon and Sanctification in Christ._ (397)

How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
"Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord."

3 My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.

Isaac Watts, 1707.

183 Downs. C.M.

_Man's Need of the New Birth._ (400)

Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;
For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,
"Ye must be born again."

2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner's boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
"Ye must be born again."

3 That which is born of flesh is flesh,
And flesh it will remain:
Then marvel not that Jesus saith,
"Ye must be born again."

4 Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain:
Bear witness, Lord, in ev'ry heart,
That we are born again.

John Fawcett.

184 Rockbridge. L.M.

_Man's Need of Christ._ (402)

Buried in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Till he descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

2 Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our righteousness.

3 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
And binds his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.

4 Poor, helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness
Thou art our mighty all, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

185 Melody. C.M.

_Law and Grace._ (399)

Vain are the hopes, the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions, guilt.

2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,
Without a murm'ring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.

3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now,
Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.

4 Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!
When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness,
That makes the sinner just.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

186 Glorious Fountain. C.M.

_Glorious Fountain._ (407)

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

Cho.--Oh, glorious fountain!
Here will I stay,
And in thee ever
Wash my sins away.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see,
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Are saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 And when this feeble, faltering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save.

William Cowper, 1779.

187 Siloam. C.M.

_The All-Sufficient Grace._ (488)

When wounded sore, the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound:
One hand alone, a pierced hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One heart alone, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand, that brings relief;
His heart, that's touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.

4 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord!
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander, 1858.

188 Siloam. C.M.

_Salvation._

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To Thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

Isaac Watts.

189 Dunbar. S.M.

_All Invited._ (446)

How, vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessed news around,
And spread it all abroad.

Cho.--I'm glad salvation's free!
I'm glad salvation's free!
Salvation's free for you and me,
I'm glad salvation's free!

2 How vast! "whoever will"
May drink at mercy's stream,
And know that faith in Jesus brings
Salvation now to him.

3 How full! it doth remove
The stain of every sin;
And makes the soul as white and pure,
As though no sin had been.

4 Poor trembling sinner, come!
God waits to comfort thee,
Come, cast thyself upon his love,
So vast, so full, so free.

Vestry H. & T. Book.

190 Boylston. S.M.

_The Better Sacrifice._ (297)

Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.

Isaac Watts

191 Jesus Saves. P.M.

_Atonement for All._

We have heard the joyful sound,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Spread the tidings all around,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Bear the news to ev'ry land,
Climb the steeps and cross the waves;
Onward! 'tis our Lord's command;
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

2 Waft it on the rolling tide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Tell to sinners far and wide,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Sing, ye islands of the sea,
Echo back, ye ocean caves;
Earth shall keep her jubilee;
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

3 Sing above the battle strife,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
By his death and endless life,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Sing it softly thro' the gloom,
When the heart for mercy craves;
Sing in triumph o'er the tomb,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

4 Give the winds a mighty voice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Let the nations now rejoice,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!
Shout salvation full and free,
Highest hills and deepest caves;
This our song of victory,
Jesus saves, Jesus saves!

Priscilla J. Owens.

192 Boylston. S.M.

_Ark of Salvation._

Like Noah's weary dove
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found,

2 Oh, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

3 Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

4 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blessed.

Wm. A. Muhlenberg.

193 Christ Receiveth Sinful Men. 7s.

_A Joyful Message._

Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.

Ref.--Sing it o'er and o'er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

2 Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.

3 Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.

4 Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I'll enter in.

Arr. from Neumaster, 1671.

194 Depth of Mercy. 7s.

_The Chief of Sinners_ (501)

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.

2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

3 There for me the Savior stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

4 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Charles Wesley, 1740.

195 Lenox. H.M.

_The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461)

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

4 Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Charles Wesley, 1755.

196 Lenox. H. M.

_The Sacrifice._

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 My God is reconciled,
His pard'ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

_Jesus Paid It All._

I hear the Savior say,
Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me thine all in all.

Cho.--Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

3 For nothing good have I
Whereby thy grace to claim--
I'll wash my garment white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.

4 When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then "Jesus paid it all"
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

5 And when before the throne
I stand in him complete,
I'll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus' feet.

Mrs. Elvina M. Hall.

198 All to Christ I Owe. 6s.

_Rev. 22:17._ (479)

Come to the blood-stained tree;
The Victim bleeding lies;
God sets the sinner free,
Since Christ, a ransom, dies.

2 The Spirit will apply
His blood to cleanse thy stain;
Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh,
For none can come in vain!

3 Dark though thy guilt appear,
And deep its crimson stain,
There's boundless mercy here,
Oh, do not still disdain.

4 Look not within for peace,
Within, there's nought to cheer;
Look up, and find release
From sin, and self, and fear.

199 What a Wonderful Savior. P.M.

_A Complete Atonement._

Christ has for sin atonement made,
What a wonderful Savior!
We are redeem'd, the price is paid,
What a wonderful Savior!

Cho.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!
What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,
What a wonderful Savior!
That reconciled my soul to God,
What a wonderful Savior!

3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,
What a wonderful Savior!
And now he reigns and rules therein,
What a wonderful Savior!

4 He walks beside me in the way,
What a wonderful Savior!
And keeps me faithful day by day,
What a wonderful Savior!

5 He gives me overcoming power,
What a wonderful Savior!
And triumph in each conflict hour,
What a wonderful Savior!

6 To him I've given all my heart,
What a wonderful Savior!
The world shall never share a part,
What a wonderful Savior!

E. A. Hoffman.

200 Wonderful Grace. P.M.

_Divine Grace._

'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
This great salvation brings;
The soul, delivered of its load,
In sweetest rapture sings.

Cho.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,
'Tis grace, 'tis grace,
Flowing still freely for me.

2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,
Which saves the soul from sin,
The power of rising evil days,
And reigns supreme within.

3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;
Its streams are full and free;
Are flowing now for all the race,
They even flow to me.

Rev. W. H. Burrell.

201 Seeking for Me. P.M.

_Christ's Atoning Work._

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,
Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.

E. E. Hasty

202 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

_At the Door._ (429)

Behold a stranger at the door,
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

Cho.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
He'll cleanse the heart from sin,
Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
But let the dear Savior come in.

2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will--the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.
With garments died on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour's at hand
You'll at his door rejected stand.

Joseph Grigg, 1765.

203 The Stranger at the Door. L.M.

_Why Not Be Saved To-Night?_ (430)

Oh, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

2 To-morrow's sun may never rise
To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh, then be wise!
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

3 Our God in pity lingers still;
And wilt thou thus his love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

4 The world has nothing left to give,
It has no new, no pure delight;
Oh, try the life which Christians live;
Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

204 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_Sinners, Turn!_

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,--
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Savior, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace and die?

3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God; the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?

Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.

205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_Delay._ (454)

Hasten, sinner! to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom, if thou still despise,
Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner! to return,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

Thomas Scott, 1773.

206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_The Voice of Jesus._ (451)

Come, says Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim! hither come.

2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed this barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain!
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn!--

4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.

207 Why Do You Wait? P.M.

_Immediate Decision._

Why do you wait, dear brother,
Oh, why do you tarry so long?
Your Savior is waiting to give you
A place in his sanctified throng.

Cho.--Why not? why not?
Why not come to him now?
Why not? why not?
Why not come to him now?

2 What do you hope, dear brother,
To gain by a further delay?
There's no one to save you but Jesus,
There's no other way but his way.

3 Do you not feel, dear brother,
His Spirit now striving within?
Oh, why not accept his salvation,
And throw off thy burden of sin?

4 Why do you wait, dear brother,
The harvest is passing away,
Your Savior is longing to bless you,
There's danger and death in delay.

George F. Root.

208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_Come and Welcome._ (455)

From the cross uplifted high,
Where the Savior deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!--
"Love's redeeming' work is done--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne--
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid--
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 "Spread for thee, the festal board--
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Thou shalt be a child confessed,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

4 "Soon the days of life shall end--
Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!
Safe your spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day,
Up to my eternal home
Come and welcome, sinner, come!"

T. Haweis, 1792.

209 Azmon. C.M.

_The Gospel Feast._ (417)

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms;
He calls,--he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But, see! there yet is room.

3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet

4 Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

Anne Steele, 1760.

210 Azmon. C.M.

_Gen. 6:3._

There is a line by us unseen,
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
God's patience and his wrath.

2 To pass that limit is to die,
To die as if by stealth;
It does not quench the beaming eye,
Nor pale the glow of health.

3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne
By which our path is crossed;
Beyond which God himself hath sworn
That he who goes is lost?

4 How far may we go on to sin?
How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin
The confines of despair?

5 An answer from the skies is sent,--
"Ye that from God depart,
While it is called to-day, repent,
And harden not your heart."

Joseph Addison Alexander.

211 Azmon. C.M.

_The Last Resolve._ (416)

Come, humble sinner! in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:--

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in
Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea;
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

5 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."

Edmund Jones, 1777.

212 Sessions. L.M.

_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427)

Say, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?

2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

3 Spurn not the call for life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight
And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened self-destroying men;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.

5 Sinner! perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away
Then hope may never beam on thee.

Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.

213 Just As Thou Art. L.M.

_Just As Thou Art._ (428)

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