The Christian Hymn Book: A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others
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The Christian Hymn Book: A Compilation of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, by A. Campbell and Others
Disciples of Christ -- Hymns; Hymns, English
Sinner, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord’s avenging day?
See his mighty arm made bare!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment now prepare,
Thou must either break or bow.
2 At his presence nature shakes;
Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax;
What will then become of thee?
Who his coming may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame?
3 Then the great, the rich, the wise,
Trembling, guilty, self-condemned,
Must behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blasphemed.
Where are now their haughty looks?
O! their horror and despair,
When they see the opened books,
And their dreadful sentence hear!
4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace:
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be called to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
Let us now our days improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world’s pretended joys.
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My peace I give unto you.
John 14:27.
Ye who in his courts are found
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and hopeless as ye are,
Sons of sorrow, sin and care,
Glorify the King of kings;
Take the peace the gospel brings.
2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes;
View his bleeding sacrifice;
See in him your sins forgiven,
Pardon, holiness, and heaven;
Glorify the King of kings;
Take the peace the gospel brings.
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The night is past.
1 John 2:8.
Weeping sinners, dry your tears;
Jesus on the throne appears;
Mercy comes with balmy wing,
Bids you his salvation sing.
2 Peace he brings you by his death,
Peace he speaks with every breath;
Can you slight such heavenly charms?
Flee, O flee to Jesus’ arms.
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The pearl of great price.
Matt. 13:46.
Sinner, seek the priceless treasure,
Offered without price from God;
Here is mercy without measure,
Flowing in the Saviour’s blood.
Come, then, to the fount of healing,
Come, and prove its virtues true;
Turn not from love’s sweet appealing,
Jesus shed his blood for you!
2 Come, begin the race for heaven;
Start to-day, O do not wait;
Now’s the time that God has given;
Sinner, do not be too late.
When the door of mercy closes,
You will stand and knock in vain;
For, when justice interposes,
Mercy will not call again!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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