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CONVICTION AND CONVERSION. •
And birds their artless notes did sing,
To welcome in the cheerful spring.
2 Surveying nature all around,
The scene with wonder did abound ;
But while my ravished eyes were charmed.
An inward voice my soul alarmed :
3 ‘ Could you all nature comprehend,
You’d better learn to know your end ;
These beauties which you now survey
Will, like yourself, soon pass away.
4 ‘ But death is not alone your doom,
To judgment you must shortly come ;
When hills and valleys all are fled,
Where will you liideyourguilty head ? ’
5 Black horrors seized my guilty soul,
Billows of woe did o’er me roll;
I fell and almost lost my breath,
I thought I soon should sink in death.
6 The little birds, from spray to spray,
Were hymning praises all the day,
In artless anthems to their God,
While I lay weltering in my blood.
7 Then trembling o’er a gulf I lay,
But dared not move my lips to pray ;
I had provoked a dreadful God,
And trampled on a Saviour’s blood.
8 To my amazement and surprise,
Isaw a cloud descend the skies,
And in the midst a fairer one
Than any of the sons of men.
9 His curled locks were snowy white,
His garments far exceeded light;
The sun grew pale before his face,
His feet were like to burnished brass.
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