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XXVI. ANOTHER.
[And must thou perish in thy blood]
And must thou perish in thy blood,
A wretched soul that knows not God,
A child of Satan thou!
Thy foes, and fears, and sins prevail;
Arrested by the pains of hell,
Where is thy refuge now?
A wretched soul that knows not God,
A child of Satan thou!
Thy foes, and fears, and sins prevail;
Arrested by the pains of hell,
Where is thy refuge now?
Caught in the toils of death thou art,
All unrenew'd and foul thy heart,
And fill'd with guilty fear:
See there! the king of fears is come!
Prepare to meet thine instant doom,
Before thy God appear.
All unrenew'd and foul thy heart,
And fill'd with guilty fear:
See there! the king of fears is come!
Prepare to meet thine instant doom,
Before thy God appear.
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Vain are thy tears and late remorse;
The tyrant sits on his pale horse,
Devourer of mankind,
Attended by a ghastly train,
Sorrow, astonishment, and pain,
And hell comes close behind.
The tyrant sits on his pale horse,
Devourer of mankind,
Attended by a ghastly train,
Sorrow, astonishment, and pain,
And hell comes close behind.
Ready to pierce thy trembling heart,
The grisly terror shakes his dart,
And hell expects its prey!
Ready a troop of devils stands
To take thee from the monster's hands,
And hurry thee away.
The grisly terror shakes his dart,
And hell expects its prey!
Ready a troop of devils stands
To take thee from the monster's hands,
And hurry thee away.
What hope or help remains for thee?
Poor desperate soul, and can it be
That thou shouldst mercy find?
Ask Him, who spilt His precious blood,
To buy, and bring thee back to God,
To ransom all mankind.
Poor desperate soul, and can it be
That thou shouldst mercy find?
Ask Him, who spilt His precious blood,
To buy, and bring thee back to God,
To ransom all mankind.
Call, on the name of Jesus call,
Ask if He did not die for all,
That all might turn and live?
Call on Him in this latest hour;
Hell is not readier to devour,
Than Jesus to forgive.
Ask if He did not die for all,
That all might turn and live?
Call on Him in this latest hour;
Hell is not readier to devour,
Than Jesus to forgive.
Sufficient is His grace for thee:
Straiten'd for time He cannot be;
Thy dying groan He hears:
Jesus is mighty to redeem;
A day, a moment's space, with Him
Is as a thousand years.
Straiten'd for time He cannot be;
Thy dying groan He hears:
Jesus is mighty to redeem;
A day, a moment's space, with Him
Is as a thousand years.
Call on Him, and He yet shall save,
“Redeem my spirit from the grave,
The gulf that yawns beneath,
Jesu, reverse my fearful doom,
O snatch me from the wrath to come,
The everlasting death.
“Redeem my spirit from the grave,
The gulf that yawns beneath,
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O snatch me from the wrath to come,
The everlasting death.
“Sprinkle Thy blood upon my heart;
One drop, if Thou the grace impart,
Shall move my guilty load,
From every spot of sin set free;
Speak all-atoning blood for me,
Cry in the ears of God!
One drop, if Thou the grace impart,
Shall move my guilty load,
From every spot of sin set free;
Speak all-atoning blood for me,
Cry in the ears of God!
“Father, if now Thou hear'st it cry,
Now let it in my heart reply,
And show my sins forgiven;
Thou canst—Thou dost—this moment save:
'Tis finish'd! I my passport have—
Lead on, lead on to heaven!
Now let it in my heart reply,
And show my sins forgiven;
Thou canst—Thou dost—this moment save:
'Tis finish'd! I my passport have—
Lead on, lead on to heaven!
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