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Old age & death

Dialogue between death and the sinner

(16) Dialogue between death and the sinner

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                                 DIALOGUE

                                 BETWEEN

                     DEATH AND THE SINNER.

                                                 DEATH.
Oh sinner, I'm come by haven's decree, my wareant is to summons thee,
And whether thou art prepared or no, this very night with me must go.
                                                 SINNER.
O ghostly death, but thou look'st pale, and opens a door to heaven or hell,
And wilt thou not with me forbear and spear me yet another year,
                                                 DEATH.
Thy years and months are past and gone, you now must stand before the
thone
To give account of all the ways, and how you've spent your youthful days,
                                                 SINNER.
O death, have merey on my age and spa e me vet upon the stage.
I'm but a flower just in bloom, and wilt thou cut me down so soon.
                                                 DEATH.
For youth or age I never spare, and if thou look'st in your Churchyard,
Yon'll see them there in hundreds lie whom I have made my sovereign pray
                                                 SINNER
Death behold my parents stand, around my bed with many a tear,
and sloth they are to part with me, their child so dear.
                                                 DEATH.
The tears of friends or parents dear. can neither blunt nor break my spea
My name is death, my sting is sin, close thine eyes, and streach thine limb.
                                                 SINNER.
Do this to me was to begin. I'd heat the road that leads to sin,
And to the Lord I'd earnestly pray, and wrestle to the break of day.
                                                 DEATH.
Thy Saviour thou have grieved sore and time with thee will be no more,
For when the Lord did thee invite, the way of sin were thy delight.
                                                 SINNER.
O spare me Death, a little space, that I may sun a chtistain race.
My thanks. I hear the Saviour say, O spare him yet another day,
                                                 DEATH.
The Lord he hath long spared thee a fruitless leofless barren tree,
But heaven's command I must obey, and cut thee down th very day,
                                                 SINNER
Oh Death, no mercy wilt thou show, but unto Jesus I will go
Who rose triumphant from the grave, a guilty wretch like me to save.
                                                 DEATH.
Though sin consinged thee to the geave, Jesus has died thy soul to asve,
His blood did flow in streams divine, to sinners save that guilty soul of mine
                                                 SINNER
And when that blood extracts the sting I'll tune my heart and sweetly sing
To him who raised me when I fell and saved my soul from sin and hell,
The cross I see all stained with blood, I view the suffering Son of God.
Whose precious blood was spilled for me, on the cross of Calvary,

And all my friends whom I love I hope you will to Christ deaw near
And do not shed a tear for me where Christ is there snall be no fear,
Youdying woads do not forget, but turn before it is too late,
And saek the lord until you find a change of heart and peace of mind.

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