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To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade;

The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand;

What power then, O sinner, will lend thee its aid!

Thomas Hastings 1832

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DOES the Gospel word proclaim
Rest for those that weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee:
Marks of grace I cannot show,
All polluted is my best;
But I weary am, I know,

And the weary long for rest.

2 Burdened with a load of sin, Harrassed with tormenting doubt, Hourly conflicts from within,

Hourly crosses from without; All my little strength is gone, Sink I must without supply; Sure upon the earth is none Can more weary be than I.

3 In the ark the weary dove

Found a welcome resting-place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in Christ, the Ark of grace.
Tempest-tossed I long have been,

And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in,
Till the storm be overpast.
John Newton

1779

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SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with Himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of His own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross His love, and die?

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why;
God who did your souls retrieve,
Died Himself that ye might live:
Will you let Him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight His grace, and die?

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why;
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace His love:
Will you not His grace receive?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die?

Charles Wesley 1756

ROCK OF AGES 7s. 6 lines

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Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
GETHSEMANE 7s. 6 lines

3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-lids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Augustus Montague Toplady 1776
R. REDHEAD