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LXXXIV. The Sinner's call rejected

1 Come all who've spent your blooming days
In our own lusts, and Satan's ways;
Bow down to God, confess our sin,
Lest you should never enter in--

2 In thro' the gate that is on high,
Which leads to joys above the sky;
Where all the saints their voices raise,
Rejoice and sing their maker's praise.

3 All who do wish to pass this gate,
Must walk upright and very straight;
If you should miss this gate I know,
Down to a burning hell you'll go.

4 There endless sorrow, endless pain,
Without a hope of peace again;
Oh! then your aching souls will say,
"Why did we God so disobey."

5 His hand was stretch'd forth all the day,
We cannot have one word to say;
For we have had many a call,
And we like fools rejected all.

6 One word of caution to the young,
Who never have God's praise sung;
Give up to christ before too late,
Or else in heal you'll have your fate.

7 Down with the hellish devils there,
Lock'd down in horror and despair;
But oh! the formidable cries,
That fill the earth and reach the skies.

8 They turn their eyes to heav'n and see,
Where all the righteous people be?
Look down into a gaping hell,
See where the devil's host doth dwell.

9 This heaven is a happy place,
Where all the people's fill'd with grace;
This hell it is a place of spite,
Where sorrow are that's infinite.

10 Come mind the words which I have penn'd,
Lest down to hell God should you send;
The place I will describe once more,
"Tis where the devils always roar.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, all who've spent your blooming days
• Title: The Sinner's call rejected
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1802
• Notes: Public Domain.

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