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| 1 | Hark ye! those who choose the pleasures, |
| That this wretched world imparts, |
| Dare you call this satisfaction |
| From your deepest, inmost heart? |
| Is the whirl of world's confusion |
| So engrossing to your mind, |
| That for thoughts of deeper import |
| You cannot a moment find? |
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| 2 | Thoughtless one, did e'er you ponder, |
| O'er your standing toward your God; |
| Have you ever questioned deeply, |
| What the goal of paths you trod? |
| Have you heard the wondrous story |
| Of the love of God displayed; |
| When He sent His well-belovèd, |
| Such the sacrifice He made? |
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| 3 | God so loved this world of sinners, |
| That He sent His only Son, |
| Saying, "Whosoe'er accepts Him, |
| Everlasting life hath won!" |
| All have sinned, He tells us plainly, |
| All in judgment thus condemned, |
| But God's Christ hath suffered for us, |
| Righteous judgment thus He stemmed. |
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| 4 | Skeptic, when you read that story, |
| When you see that wondrous plan, |
| Can you make it but tradition, |
| And degrade your God as man? |
| Ah, there comes a time to all men, |
| When a righteous, holy God, |
| Shall mete out a righteous judgment, |
| Then shall you believe His Word. |
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| 5 | He is waiting for acceptance, |
| Lost one, will you pass Him by, |
| Will you rush along unheeding, |
| While your ears ring with His cry? |
| Don't delay, as Paul's accuser, |
| Till a more convenient day. |
| God with open arms will meet you, |
| Loved one, come while yet you may. |
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