3 But mercy spar'd us while it warn'd,
The shock is felt no more;
And mercy now, alas! is scorn'd
By sinners as before.

4 But, if these warnings prove in vain,
Say, sinner, canst thou tell

How soon the earth may quake again,
And open wide to hell?"

5 Repent before the Judge draws nigh;
Ör, else when he comes down,
Thou wilt in vain for earthquakes cry,
To hide thee from his frown*.

6 But happy they who love the Lord,
And his salvation know !

The hope that's founded on his word,
No change can overthrow.

7 Should the deep-rooted hills be hurl'd,
And plung'd beneath the seas,

And strong convulsions shake the world,
Your hearts may rest in peace.

8 Jesus, your Shepherd, Lord, and Chief,
Shall shelter you from ill;

And not a worm or shaking leaf

Can move but at his will.

LXIX. On the Fire at Olney, Sept. 22, 1777.

1 WEARIED by day with toil and cares,
How welcome is the peaceful night!
Sweet sleep our wasted strength repairs,
And fits us for returning light.

2 Yet when our eyes in sleep are clos'd,
Our rest may break ere well begun;

To dangers ev'ry hour expos'd,

We neither can foresee nor shun.

Rev. vi. 16.

3 'Tis of the Lord that we can sleep

A single night without alarms; His eye alone our lives can keep

Secure amidst a thousand harms.
4 For months and years of safety past,
Ungrateful we, alas! have been;
Though patient long, he spoke at last,
And bid the Fire' rebuke our sin.

5 The shout of Fire!' a dreadful cry, Impress'd each heart with deep dismay; While the fierce blaze and redd'ning sky Made midnight wear the face of day. 6 The throng and terror who can speak? The various sounds that fill'd the air; The infant's wail, the mother's shriek, The voice of blasphemy and pray'r. 7 But pray'r prevail'd, and sav'd the town; The few who lov'd the Saviour's name Were heard; and Mercy hasted down, To change the wind, and stop the flame. 8 Oh, may that night be ne'er forgot! Lord, still increase thy praying few! Were Olney left without a Lot,

Ruin, like Sodom's, would ensue.

LXX. A Welcome to Christian Friends.

1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive; May we together now partake

The joys which only he can give. 2 To you and us by grace 'tis given To know the Saviour's precious name And shortly we shall meet in heaven, Our hope, our way, our end the same.

3 May He, by whose kind care we meet Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet,

And cause our hearts to burn with love!

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme,

When Christians see each other thus; We only wish to speak of Him,

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us. 5 We'll talk of all he did and said, And suffer'd for us here below The path he mark'd for us to tread, And what he's doing for us now.

6 Thus, as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,
When we shall meet to part no more.

LXXI. At Parting.

1 As the sun's enliv'ning eye

Shines on ev'ry place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh

To the souls that love his name.

2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way; He is ever with them all,

Those who go and those who stay.

3 From his holy mercy-seat

Nothing can their souls confine;
Still in spirit they may meet,
And in sweet communion join.

4 For a season call'd to part,

Let us then ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.

5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r! Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care

All our souls in safety keep?

6 In thy strength may we be strong,
Sweeten ev'ry cross and pain;
Give us, if we live, ere long,
Here to meet in peace again.

7 Then, if thou thy help afford,
Ebenezers shall be rear'd;

And our souls shall praise the Lord,
Who our poor petitions heard.

FUNERAL HYMNS.

LXXII. On the Death of a Believer.

1 IN vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,—

The glories that surround the saints,
When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks; We scarce can say, 'They're gone!' Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in her flight; -
No eye can pierce within the vail
Which hides that world of light.

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
They are completely blest;

Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

5 On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view;
Then let us follow'rs be of them,
That we may praise him too.

6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal,
Should make their mem'ry dear;
And, Lord, do thou the pray'rs fulfil
They offer'd for us here;

7 While they have gain'd, we losers are,
We miss them day by day;

But thou canst ev'ry breach repair,
And wipe our tears away.

8 We pray, as in Elisha's case,
When great Elijah went,

May double portions of thy grace,
To us who stay, be sent.

LXXIII. C. On the Death of a Minister.

1 His master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;

And in desponding accents said,
'Ah! what must Israel do?'

2 But he forgot the Lord, who lifts
The beggar to the throne;
Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts
Would soon be made his own.

3 What! when a Paul has run his course,
Or when Apollos dies,

Is Israel left without resource?
And have we no supplies?

4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,

And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.