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89,90 HYMNS. tPAR*
Our mother took the poison there.
And tainted all Her blood.
89.
The Madness cf Sin.
1 ClNNER, O why so thous^htless grown ?
^ Why in snch dreadful haste to die;
Daring to leap to worlds unknown.
Heedless against thy God to fly ?
2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate.
Urg’d on by sin’s fantastic dreates.
Madly attempt th’ infernal gate,
And force thy passags to the flames ?
3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains.
Behold the Lord of Irtve unfold
The glories of his dying pains.
For ever telling, yet untold.
90.
The Wicked exhorted to forsake his way, S(c. Isa. h i
1 CINNERS, the voice of God regard ;
^ ’Tis mercy speaks to-day :
He calls you by his sov’reign word.
From sin’s destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest.
You live devoid of peace ;
A thousand stings within your breast.
Deprives your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair ?
4t Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travail all your days.
To reap immortal wine !