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Thomas McElwain:
1  5.9.5.9.5.9.5.9
1 Why slumber do you?
The sinner must beg to awaken.
The battle comes too,
You must meet both death and be shaken.
So now count the cost
And hear from within conscience pleading,
Astounded and lost
You’ll see the weakness of your leading.

2 Then do contemplate
Your destiny each moment fleeting,
You know that your fate
Is a last and unhappy meeting,
If you let your heart
Shut out the Lord Jesus’s speaking,
And by your crimes’ part
You sink down to hell without seeking.

3 It is a sad thing
To purposely run in the danger,
In the corrupting
And from Jesus’s care a stranger.
If you should fall ill,
Too late for repentance and dreaming,
When the soul falls still
From the temperate body scheming.

4 It is without sense
To waste both the heav’nly and earthy
On vain arguments
And rush into hell as unworthy.
He toys with the world
Giving in to Satan for spoiling,
And so lights unfurled
His own damnation’s fires uncoiling.

5 O dear sinner here,
Why live so unrighteously ailing,
Unconscious of fear
And Jesus’s pains and travailing?
Repent out of hand,
And turn back from ways that are sinful,
So anguish will stand
And sorrows will break by the binful.

6 Though you hesitate,
And flee away from the Lord’s chiding,
His grace remains great,
He would call at last out of hiding.
So come to a halt,
There’s no other way to be winning
Grace instead of fault:
Abhor all the world and its sinning.

7 Why then play your games?
Why have faith in hopes that are worthless?
Why joy in your aims,
While Satan destroys your soul mirthless?
From sin never rise
Any pleasures deep and eternal,
Instead sins comprise
A horrible judgment infernal.

8 Why should I hide it?
Your end is a sorrowful journey,
As you are unfit
To come to God without attorney,
If you do appear
Then before God as you’re steering.
O sinner, I fear
You could repent now from your veering.

9 O my Lord above!
Do not keep Your mercy from working,
Let Your word of love
Set me free from Satan’s coils lurking!
Let Your judgment be
Familiar to me from my sinning,
And so set me free
And help my end here to be winning.

Thomas McElwain:
2  8.7.8.7.8.8.7

1 Oh, how can you, sinner, allow
Yourself to lie hard-hearted,
Ungrieving on lust’s beds to bow?
Remember those departed
In death and do not dare to stand
So boastful in a hellish band
That death shall come to swallow.

2 Then truly always keep in mind,
You have just one soul only,
There’s no reward in faith and kind
To go unsaved and lonely.
All the gold and wealth of the world
Is only dust and ashes hurled
And not one soul redeeming.

3 Oh, how then shall you snatch away
Your soul from sin and dying,
And what can you give in its pay
To keep from painful sighing?
There’s no man living on the earth
Able to help you from the dearth
Of the flames of perdition.

4 So hide that truth within your heart
And from your state awaken,
Nor to the lake of fire depart
In such a rage and shaken.
Your lamp may soon extinguished be,
The Lord gives yet a moment free,
So use it to your blessing.

5 The eventide is come to hand,
The judgment’s at the corner,
But still the Lord’s here to remand
Grace to repentant scorner.
Wrath soon will tumble you in hell,
If you but follow Satan well
Who looks on you with laughter.

Sinner’s response:

6 It seems as though I just awoke.
Oh that it might be truly!
How then into such grace I broke,
Dead in my sins unduly?
The binding ice of sin is still
Upon mine eyes, darknesses fill
My hopeless lot repining.

Jesus’s response:

7 The better ointment on your eyes
Receive, it’s yours and gifted;
And for your dead mind now arise,
My Word’s fire’s on you lifted.
Open your spirit’s eye alone
To see your path of thorn and stone,
Examine it completely.

Sinner’s response:

8 In horror now I tremble here,
Because of all my failing;
Just like a leaf in storm I fear
My heart awakes in quailing,
As costly hour of grace goes past
I’ve wasted all hopes in the blast
And broken my Lord’s spirit.

9 Open to see my list of debts
With horror here before me
And witness thousandfold regrets
For all the crimes that tore me.
My very body fails to see
Before my conscience come to be
The payment for my sinning.

10 O mountain peaks that stand on high
Fall down on me and hide me,
And cover my wicked ways nigh
That stand here to deride me.
I cannot bear the glory’s sight
Of my God’s face and of His might
As I must come before Him.

11 You wellsprings of my eyes o’er flow
With many tears and crying,
That hot and bitter, bloody show.
Naught hides my youthful sighing,
For sins long done against my God
And Father in my youthful prod,
And heavy wickednesses.

12 My conscience has been punctured through,
That righteous arrows harden,
O sin! How have your charms gone too
And cheated me of pardon!
The wine of your lust I have drunk
I thought so sweet before I sunk
Has turned outright to poison.

Thomas McElwain:
2a

1 Oh, where should a poor one attain
The victor’s place of hiding?
Though I should travel hill and plain
As far as dawn’s abiding,
And sunrise reddens all the sky
The heaven and earth to beautify,
There too my Lord shall find me.

2 Ah Lord of patient heart and mind,
I must come once before You,
Although in iniquity blind,
Be judged as I adore You.
No one could then stand in Your sight
If after Your own judgment’s right,
You struck a dry stalk shaking.

3 You always act in mercy’s way
To souls that You awaken,
They’ve often known the hold and stay,
In grace they’re not forsaken,
But that You loved them then and still
You bear the witness by Your will
In Jesus’ suffering favor.

4 You wakened me also from sleep.
Now breaks my heart for failing
The horrors of death’s waves that creep.
Then hear me and my wailing.
Be strong to save, Immanuel,
My tattered soul from cruel spell
Of Satan, the enslaver.

5 My lamp of faith is going out,
Unless You come and kindle
The soul that sinks in night and doubt,
Without Jesus, a swindle.
Give me Your Word to be my light,
Your Spirit to sustain my right,
For them I have been longing.

6 Ah, open now the blinded eyes,
The fog of sin removing.
No matter where I seek the prize,
No other safety’s proving.
You make the deaf at last to hear,
Give health to those ailing in fear,
The weak sustaining ever.

7 In thirst You are a spring to me,
In hunger You are feeding,
When in sin’s wilderness I flee,
You’re the shepherd I’m needing.
Be the trunk for my branch allowed,
A safe staff for the lame and bowed,
Save from a law condemning.

8 To my heart in the lowering cold
You are the warm sun shining,
A light to one in darkness sold,
The help of the bound pining.
Revivify the deadened mind,
And strengthen the weak and resigned,
And care with every kindness!

Pena:
I like these a lot. I find them in a way as the 'King James' version' of Malmivaara's hymns.  :icon_biggrin:

seppos:
I have to agree with Pena

Olen samaa miletä Pena n kanssa. Minulta on kysytty niitä monesti onko niistä englänninkielistä käännöstä ja nyt kun löytyy laadukkaita käänöksiä olen todella iloinen.

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