ITIE is earnest, passing by; Death is earnest, drawing nigh: Sinner, wilt thou trifling be? Time and death appeal to thee. Life is earnest; when'tis o'er, Thou returnest never more. Soon to meet eternity,

Wilt thou never serious be?

3 God is earnest; kneel and pray, Ere thy season pass away:

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2⁴⁸ WEV WILI. E DiE C. WESILEX. 7˙²8. PIEVIEI. 6———.—. ee I.T.....— DS WED= 2—0— 1. Sin-ners, turn! why will ye die? God your Maker asks you why 2 1 4.— 2 .. 2—.—..I . mas .—‚..— x 5 x — A— SII .—....— r God who did your be- ing give. Made you for Him- self to live. x.— .S.P E 2 S— —————— 2 S. 4—— E 2 Sinners, turn! why will ye die? Wy, ve long-sought sinners, why Christ, your Saviour, asks you vhy)— Will ye grieve your God and die? He who can your souls retrieve, 50 NUat COuld Red e ö ö* vour Redeemer do Died Himself that vou might live. MUore than He hath done for vou 7 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? IDo procure your peace with God, God the Spirit asks vou, Why? Could He more than shed His blood? He, whosèé mercy with you strove, 6 After all the Spirit' 2. Spirit's Iove Woo'd you to embrace His love. All His drawings from above, 4 Why not His free grace receive? Wy will ye your Lord deny? Will ye still refuse to live? Wuy will ye resolve to die? 249 PsG. IIMXL IS EARNESF. Dyꝑn.

Ere He set His judgment throne; Ere the day of grace beé gone.

4 Christ is earnest; bids thee come; Paid thy spirit's priceless sum! Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour's love, Pleading with thee from above.

5 O be earnest, do not stay: Thou may'st perish e'en to-day. Rise, thou lost one; rise and flee; Lo! thy Saviour waits for thee.

250 7s. POWER FROM ON HIGH. A. MIDIANR.

1 LORD, our waiting spirits bow, In Thy blessèd presence now; May the Holy Spirit be Now our power to wait on Thee.

2 Power, O Lord, for power we cry! Grant us each àa rich supply,

281 78 TIS religion that can give, Sweetest pleasures while we live; Tis religion must supply Solid comfort when we die.

TIS RELIGION.

That our longing souls may be Fully satisfied by Thee.

3 Sweet the solemn hour of prayer, Sweet to feed on heavenly fare, NVow let such our portion be, Saviour, as we wait on Thee.

Mrs. MasrERS.

2 After death its joys will be

ö Lasting as eternity.

Be the living God my friend, Then my bliss shall never end.

Hymns on this page to Tune 248. Sée also 252, 256, 17, 80.

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