But should I die with mercy sought, When I the King have tried ;
I there should die (delightful thought!) Where ne'er a sinner died.
HYMN 105. P. M.
Vital spark of heavenly flame,
Quit quit this mortal fra e,
Trembling, ho ingling ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss o dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2. Hark! they whisper, angels say,
Sister spirit, come away;
What is this absorbs me quite ?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3. The world recedes, it disappears,
Heaven opens on m eyes, my ears,
With sounds seraphic ring,
Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly,
O grave where is hy victory?
O deat, where, is thy sting.
HYMN 106. P. M.
Come all ye weary travellers,
And let us jom to sing,
The everlasting praises
Of Jesus Christ our King;
We've had a tedious journey,
And tiresome, tis true;
But see how many dangers
The Lord has brought us through. 2. At first when Jesus found us, He call d us unto him:
And pointed out the danger
Of falling into sin;
The world, the flesh and satan,
Will prove a fatal snare.
Unless we do reject them,
By faith and tumble prayer.
3. But by our disobedience,
With sorrow we confess,
We've had too long to wander
In a dark wilderness,
Where we might soon have fainted
In that enchanted ground,
But now and then a cluster
Of pleasant grapes we found.
4. The pleasant fruits of Canaan
Give life, and joy, and peace,
Revive our drooping spirits,
And faith and love increase;
Confess our Lord and Master,
And run at his command,
And hasten on our journey
Unto the promis'd land.
In faith, and hope, and patience. We now are going on
The pleasant way to Canaan,
Where Jesus Christ is gone;
In peace and consolation,
We're going to rejoice,
And Jesus and his people
Forever be our choice.
6. Sinners, why stand ye idle,
While we do march along?
Has conscience never told you
That you are going wrong,
Down the broad road to ruin,
To bear an endless curse ? Forsake your ways of sinning, And come along with us.
7. But if you will refuse us,
We'll bid you all farewell;
We're on the way to Canaan,
And you the way to hell;
We're sorry for to leave you,
We'd rather you would go,
Come, ty a bleeding Saviour,
And feel salvation flow.
8. O sinners, be awaken'd
To see your distal state,
Repent and be converted,
Before it is too late;
Turn to the Lord by praying,
And daily search his word,
And never rest contented,
Until you find the Lord.
9. Now to the King immortal
Be everlasting praise,
For in his holy service
We mean to spend our days;
Till we arrive at Canaan,
The celestial world above,
With everlasting praises,
To sing redeeming love.
HYMN 107. P. M.
My days, my weeks, my months, my
years,
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
And I must launch thro boundless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
2. The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly,
"Unthinking man, remember this,
Though fond of -ublu narblissy,
That you must groan and die."
3. My soul attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must shortly fall,
And thou must take thy flight,
Beyond the vast expansive blue,
To sing above as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
4. How great the bliss, how great the wo, Hangs on this inch of time below,
On this precarious breath ;
The Lord of nature only knows,
Whether another year shall close,
Ere I expire in death.
5. Long ere the sun shall run his round, I may be buried under ground,
And there in silence rot,
Alas! an hour may close the scene,
Andere twelve months shall roll between,
My name be quite forgot.
6. But will my soul be thus extinct,
And cease to live, and cease to think ̧?
It cannot, can ot be;
No, my immortal cannot die;
What wilt thou do, or whither fly,
When death shall set thee free ?
7. Will mercy then her arms extend,
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend,
And heaven hy dwelling place?
Or shall insulting fiends appear,
Ani drag thee down o dirk despair, ^
Below the reach of grace?
8. A heaven or hell and these alone,
Beyond the present li e are known,
There is no middle space,
To-day attend the call divine,
To-morrow may be none of thine,
Or it may be too late.
9. ( do not pass this as a dream,
Vast s tho c..auge, whate'er it seem,
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