3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
  And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint. 
  And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
  Create my heart entirely new—­
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain,
  Which false apostates never knew.

     Isaac Watts.

228 Gorton.  S.M.

The Second Death. (504)

Oh, where shall rest be found—­
  Rest for the weary soul? 
’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
  Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give
  The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
  Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
  There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
  And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
  Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
  Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
  Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
  And evermore undone.

     James Montgomery, 1819.

229 No Room in Heaven.  P.M.

Shut Out.

How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,
  All hopeless and unforgiven,
The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,
  Should answer, No room in heaven.

Ref.—­Sad, sad, sad would it be! 
        No room in heaven for thee! 
      No room, no room,
        No room in heaven for thee!

2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,
  The bright summer days all over;
To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,
  And left thee alone forever.

3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,
  Remember the love that he gave you;
The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,
  And Jesus now waits to save you.

     W. O. Cushing.

230 When the King Comes in.  P.M.

The Final Test.

Called to the feast by the King are we,
  Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,
How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,
  When the King comes in?

Ref.—­When the King comes in, brother,
        When the King comes in! 
      How will it fare with thee and me
        When the King comes in?

2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,
  Glorified he who once died for men,
Splendid the vision before us then,
  When the King comes in.

3 Like lightning’s flash will that instant show
  Things hidden long from both friend and foe,
Just what we are will each neighbor know,
  When the King comes in.

4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest
  Who is in white wedding garments dressed,
Ah, well for us if we stand the test,
  When the King comes in.