think Be-fore you far-ther brink of ev -er-last-ing woe? drop In - to the burn-ing lake! D. C. Quick and sud-den you will D. C. Once again we charge you stop! Chorus. Be en-treat-ed now to stop 2 Say, have you an arm like God, With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day, When he judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame? 292. For un-less you warn-ing take, For unless you warn-ing take, All your sins will round you crowd, Countless, and of crimson dye, Each for vengeance crying loud, And what can you reply? 4 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know, Though his arm is lifted up, He still forbears the blow; 'Twas for sinners Jesus died, Sinners he invites to come; None that come shall be denied, He says: There still is room." Only Jesus will I Know. 7s & 6s. Arr. by Rev. L. H. (800.) Fine. {Vain, de - Ju-sive world, adieu, with all of pursue, Who bought me D. C. Only Je-sus will I know, And All thy plea-sures I fore- go, I tram-ple on thy wealth and pride; 2 Other knowledge I disdain, Tis all but vanity; Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, He tasted death for me! And Jesus crucified. 3 Him to know is life and peace Daily in his grace to grow, And Jesus crucified. 4 Oh, that I could all invite, The blood by faith alone applied; Only Jesus will I know, And Jesus crucified. 293. Waterford. 7s & 6s. Fine. 1. Je-sus drinks the bitter cup, The wine press treads a-lone; D. C. Earth's profound-est center quakes, The great Jehovah dies. Tears the graves and mountains up By his expiring groan. D. C. Lo! the pow'rs of heav'n he shakes, Na-ture in con- vul-sion lies; 2 O my God, he dies for me, I feel the mortal smart! A sight that breaks my heart! 294. Penitence. 3 Weep o'er your desire and hope And reigns enthroned above! (379.) 1. Je-sus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; Fine. Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long suff'ring shown; 2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, | 3 For thine own compassion's sake Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: The Heart 1 Saviour, see me from above, Nor suffer me to die; Drop from thy gracious eye: The gracious wonder show; And wash me white as snow. (380.) Redeem me by thy grace alone; Turn and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 296. Peterboro'. C. M. 163 1. With joy we med-i- tate the grace Of our High Priest a-bove; 1. Shepherd divine, our wants re-lieve In this our 553. (Scottish.) e - vil day; To all thy tempted foll'wers give The pow'r to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last- O let our souls on thee be cast 3 Till thou thy perfect love impart, Till thou thyself bestow, Be this the cry of every heart- 4 I will not let thee go, unless 5 Then let me on the mountain-top Behold thy open face, Where faith in sight is swallowed up And prayer in endless praise. 298. Shepherd. 88, 7s & 4s. W. B. Bradbury. 1{ In thy pleasant pasture feed us, For our use thy fold dee-care: need I know that my Re-deemer lives, Praise the Lord, O my soul; {What joy the blest assurance gives, Praise the Lord, O my soul. 2 Praise the Lord, S Praise the Lord, O my soul; O Praise the Lord, O my soul. 2 He lives to bless me with his love, | He lives my mansion to prepare, He lives to plead for me above, He lives to bring me safely there. 300. O! When shall We be There? From Chapel Gems, by permission of Root & Cady. H. L. Frisbie. 1 {We are pilgrims seeking a City Where we may safe abidé; Far a-cross the riv-er it lieth, Be-yond its D.C. As that home we seek as we journey, O! when shall chilling tide. we be there? D. C. Chorus. Safe at home in the heav'nly City, And all its glories share. Nev-er hands of mortals hath builded A Cit - y bright and fair D.C. Chorus. D. C. Yes, when shall we be there, be there? O! when shall we be there? My soul to re-new; I love my blessed Jesus, On whom each angel gaz-es; Above th' ethereal blue. [Remainder of hymn on next page.] |