226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.

Judgment Day.

Soon the evening shadows falling

Close the day of mortal life;

Soon the hand of death appalling

Draws thee from its weary strife.

CHO.--Are you ready? are you ready?

'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?

Are you ready? are you ready?

Do not linger longer, come to-day.

2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding

Calls thee to the judgment throne;

Now prepare, for love abounding

Yet has left thee not alone.

3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!

Art thou ready--ready now?

Ready should Death's icy finger

Lay its chill upon thy brow?

4 Priceless love and free salvation

Freely still are offered thee;

Yield no longer to temptation,

But from sin and sorrow flee.

J. W. Slaughenhaupt.

227 Windham. L.M.

The Broad Road.

Broad is the road that leads to death,

And thousands walk together there;

But wisdom shows a narrow path,

With here and there a traveler.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"

Is the Redeemer's great command;

Nature must count her gold but dross,

If she would gain this heavenly land.

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,

And walks the ways of God no more,

Is but esteemed almost a saint.

And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;

Create my heart entirely new--

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,

Which false apostates never knew.

Isaac Watts.

228 Gorton. S.M.

(504) The Second Death.

Oh, where shall rest be found--

Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;

Oh, what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banished from thy face,

And evermore undone.

James Montgomery, 1819.

229 No Room in Heaven. P.M.

Shut Out.

How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,

All hopeless and unforgiven,

The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,

Should answer, No room in heaven.

REF.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!

No room in heaven for thee!

No room, no room,

No room in heaven for thee!

2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,

The bright summer days all over;

To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,

And left thee alone forever.

3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,

Remember the love that he gave you;

The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,

And Jesus now waits to save you.

W. O. Cushing.

230When the King Comes in. P.M.

The Final Test.

Called to the feast by the King are we,

Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,

How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,

When the King comes in?

REF.--When the King comes in, brother,

When the King comes in!

How will it fare with thee and me

When the King comes in?

2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,

Glorified he who once died for men,

Splendid the vision before us then,

When the King comes in.

3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show

Things hidden long from both friend and foe,

Just what we are will each neighbor know,

When the King comes in.

4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest

Who is in white wedding garments dressed,

Ah, well for us if we stand the test,

When the King comes in.

5 Endless the separation then,

Bitter the cry of deluded men,

Awful that moment beyond all ken,

When the King comes in.

6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,

So to await thee each in his place,

That we may fear not to see thy face

When thou comest in.

J.E. Landor.

231 When the Door is Shut. P.M.

The Present Invitation.

The door of salvation is open wide,

And Jesus invites you to come;

While mercy and pardon await within,

Oh, enter while yet there is room.

REF.--When the door once is shut,

To entreat will be vain;

'Twill never, no, never

Be opened again.

2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,

The day and the hour are at hand;

Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;

Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?

3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,

And plead for admittance in vain,

You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,

And long for this moment again.