SPIRITUAL SONGS.

SONGS

ADDRESSED CHIEFLY

TO THE UNREGENERATE.

I. P. M. NEWTON.

Warning.

1STOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go;

Will you sport upon the brink,
Of everlasting wo?

See! hell beneath you gaping wide!
Vengeance waits the dread command;
Soon to stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd.
Then be entreated now to stop,
For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware you'll drop
Into the burning lake.

2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his word oppose?"

Fear you not that iron rod,

With which he breaks his foes?

Can you stand in that great day,
When he judgment shall proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
Then be entreated, &c.

s Ghastly death will quickly come
And drag you to the bar;
Then, to hear your awful doom
Will fill you with despair;
All your sins will round you crowd;
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
O what can you reply!

Then be entreated, &c.

4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin❜d with brass;
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass;
Sinners then in vain shall call,

(Though they now despise his grace,) Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face!
Then be entreated, &c.

5 But as yet there is a hope,
You may his merey know;
Though his arm be lifted up

He still forbears the blow:
"Twas for sinners Jesus dy'd-
Sinners he invites to come;
None that come shall be deny'd—
He says there yet is room.
Then be entreated, &c.

II. L. M. MS. Altered and several verses

added.

Parting address.

1 FAREWELL, my dearest friends, farewell; Before we part I must you tell; If, during life, my Lord your slight, He'll plunge yqu in eternal night. 2 Could you a better friend embrace, Or one who loves with equal grace? His glory once he laid aside,

And wept and groan'd and bled and died! S Enough to break a heart of stone; This, sinners, may you feel and own! Nor longer court the wrath of God, But cry for life, through Jesus' blood. 4 You slight the Saviour, now enthron'd, Who once with piercing thorns was crown'd; But soon he'll rend the skies in twain, And burn the mountains and the main. 5 World upon world in flames shall fall! The whole creation hear his call; His friends in heaven shall be combin❜d, His foes to hell shall be consigu’d. 6 Methinks I hear th' awaken'd say, O dreadful thought! O dreadful day! Must old and young to judgment go! Then what,-great God! what shall we do? 7 Fly to the Gospel-hiding-place,Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness; He now receives halt, blind and lame→ But soon will come, reveal'd in flame.

8 Then, O the dreadful fate of those, Who know not God, and truth oppose!

He shall take vengeance on them all,
In endless burnings they must fall.
9 Grey headed sinner, think on this;
May Jesus fit your soul for bliss!
He can; though at th' eleventh hour,
You're not beyond his grace and power.
10 Young men, amidst your youthful prime,
Jehovah claims your precious time;
And while you carelessly rebel,
Beneath you gapes a burning hell!

11 Young women too, your case now hear,
You're bound to death-do you not fear
The gloomy grave-the judgment bar-
The sound"Depart"-Hell and despair!
12 O could my prayers now reach the skies!
Avail my tears and sympathies;
I'd weep a deluge for this race,
Alas! in vain; 'tis all of grace.
13 Farewell;-I must in duty be→
You're not dispos'd to go with me;
I leave you bound the downward road
Resolv'd to bear the wrath of God!

1

14 The thought how painful none can tell ;-
May Jesus save you all from hell;
O sovereign grace thine arm display,
Prepare these souls for endless day.
15 Thy lawful captives Lord redeem,
And grace shall reign a sovereign queen;
Then Fil rejoice with them above,
And sing thy free eternal love.

III. 13s. MS

Altered.

1

The Dream.

ONE night, as I lay sleeping and slumb'ring

on my bed,

A vision there appeared, a dream came in my head;

The awful day of judgment I thought was surely come;

The Judge himself was there for to summon old and young.

2 I heard myself call'd forth by the trumpet loud and shrill;

Arise ye sons of

or ill:

men, let your deeds be good

I trembled as I listen'd, with sorrow grief and Wo;

But could not be exempted-to judgment. I must go.

3 I had not long been there, until Satan came, I thought;

He came as my accuser, and all my sins he brought,

He laid them down before me and claim'd me for his own,

I felt my crimes were great, and exclaim'd,

"I am undone.”

4 The Judge then gravely said, I will quickly end the strife,

I'll see if th' sinner's name is not in the book

of life :

The book of life was brought, and the judge did it unfold;

The sinner's name was there, and in letters wrote in gold.