5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstasies unknown. 6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls! the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room. Anne Steele, 1760. 210 Azmon. C.M. _Gen. 6:3._ There is a line by us unseen, That crosses every path, The hidden boundary between God's patience and his wrath. 2 To pass that limit is to die, To die as if by stealth; It does not quench the beaming eye, Nor pale the glow of health. 3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne By which our path is crossed; Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? 4 How far may we go on to sin? How long will God forbear? Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? 5 An answer from the skies is sent,-- "Ye that from God depart, While it is called to-day, repent, And harden not your heart." Joseph Addison Alexander. 211 Azmon. C.M. _The Last Resolve._ (416) Come, humble sinner! in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve: Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve:-- 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Like mountains round me close; I know his courts, I'll enter in Whatever may oppose. 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea; Perhaps will hear my prayer; But, if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 5 "I can but perish if I go, I am resolved to try; For, if I stay away, I know I must forever die." Edmund Jones, 1777. 212 Sessions. L.M. _My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427) Say, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whispered to thy secret soul, Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-- It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call for life and light; Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight And yet the gate of mercy find. 4 God's Spirit will not always strive With hardened self-destroying men; Ye, who persist his love to grieve, May never hear his voice again. 5 Sinner! perhaps this very day Thy last accepted time may be: Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away Then hope may never beam on thee. Mrs. Ann B. Hyde. 213 Just As Thou Art. L.M. _Just As Thou Art._ (428) Just as thou art--without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace,-- Or meekness for the heav'nly place,-- Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come. 2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree; The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, That peace and pardon might be free;-- Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come.