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Thy message, by the preacher, seal,
And let thy pow’r be known;
That every sinner here, may feel
The word is not his own.
Amongst the foremost of the throng
Who dare thee to thy face,
He in rebellion stood too long,
And fought against thy grace.
But grace prevailed, he mercy found,
And now by thee is sent,
To tell his fellow–rebels round,
And call them to repent.
In Jesus, God is reconciled,
The worst may be forgiv’n;
Come, and he’ll own you as a child,
And make you heirs of heav’n.
O, may the word of gospel truth
Your chief desires engage
And JESUS be your guide in youth,
Your joy in hoary age.
Perhaps the year, that’s now begun,
May prove to some their last;
The sands of life may soon be run,
The day of grace be past.
Think, if you slight this embassy,
And will not warning take;
When Jesus in the clouds you see,
What answer will you make?
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 5:20;
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