Dialogue between death & the sinner
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A Dialogue Between
DEATH & THE SINNER.
O, sinner I'm c me by heav n's degree, my wa rant is to summon t e ,
And whether thou ar pr p rel or no, this very right with me n ust go
Oghastly Death but thou look'st pale and opens a do r to heaven or hell,
Aadw lt thou not with m f b ar and spare me yet another year.
My y ars and months are past and gon , you now must stand before the hrone
To give account of all thy ways, and how thou'st speat thy youthful days.
O Death, have mercy on my age and spare m yet upon the stage,
I'm but a flower just in bloom, and wi l th u cut me down so soon.
For youth or age I rever spare, and if thou look'st in yon Churchyard,
Shu'lt see them there in hundreds lay whom I have made my sovereign prey.
O Death, beh ld my parents dear stand round my bead with many a tear,
And loth they are to part with me, a leafless, fruitless, barran tree.
The tears of friends or parents dear thcaner blunt nor break my spear,ni
My name is Death, my sting is sin, close thine eye and stretch thy limb.
If time to me was to begin, I'd hate the road that leads to sin,
And to the Lord I'd earnest prey, and wrestle to the break of day.
The Saviour thou hast grieved sore, and time with thee shall be no more
For when the Lord did thee invite, the ways of sin were thy delight.
O spare me Death a little space, that I may run a Christian raee
Methinks I my Saviour say, O spare him yet another day.
The Lord he bath long spared thee—a fruitless, leafless, barren tre-
But heaven's command I must obey, and cut thee down this very day.
O, Death, no mercy wilt thou show, but unto Jesus I will go,
Who lose triumphant from the grave, a guilty wretch like me to save.
ough sin consigned thee to the grave, Jesus has died thy soul to save,
blood did flow in streams divine to save that guilty soul of thine.
And when that blood extracts the sting I'll turn my head and sweetly sing,
To him who raised me when I fell, and saved my soul from sin and hell,
The cress I see all stained with blood, I view the sufferiag Son of God,
Whose precious blood was spilled for me on the Cross on iCalvary.
Now, Death thy sting I do defy, for lo! I see my Saviour nigh,
Draw near, O Death, and strike the blow, and let me to my Suviour go
Glory to God, I now do see that Death becomes a friend to me,
To take me from this world of woe, and let me to my Saviour go.
Now all my friends whom I love dear, I hope you will to Christ draw near,
And do not shed a tear for me, where Jusus Christ is I there shall be.
My dying words do ot forget, but t n before it is too late,
And seek the Lord untill you finb a change of heart and peace of mind
My weeping friends I now must part, giue me thy hand, give God thy hear ,
Ad u y rien s a long farw , for now the love of God I feel,
O Mothero C st thou spotless maid, we sinners make our prayers to thee.
Re nd thy Son that he has paid, the price of our inquit,
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