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Thomas McElwain:
Oi kiitos teille ystävällisistä sanoista. Aloitin kääntää, kun huomasin Malmivaaran version lipsuvan historian rakoon. Seuroissa olen tottunut veisaamaan uutta versiota ja muissa tilaisuuksissa esitetään venhempaa. 1893--1972 kausi on jäämässä unhoon. Niin omaksi ilokseni olen vieraillut menneissä seuroissa mielikuvituksessani ja havainnut vanhojen versioiden olevan rakennukseksi. Jos olisin aavistanut, että joku käyttäisi niitä, olisin varmaan revennut kääntämään uudempaa tekstiä, vaikka sekin on kohta vanhentunut!
Nämä ovat puolta pidemmät kuin nykykirjassa. Vaikka nykyisessä versiossa sanoma on varmaan sama ja ilmaisu nykyihmiselle nasevampi, nämä löysät ja pitkät virret puhuttelvat minua.

Thomas McElwain:
3 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8

1 Do not run ahead so quickly!
Watch the rugged road with care!
Make your calculations thickly
While the earthly’s still your share!
Constant anguish may stalk you,
As your tomb stands to mock you,
Headwinds batter you and beat you,
On all sides miseries meet you.

2 Oh how many days are cheerless,
Darkened by the Devil’s path,
By his cheating deceit fearless,
Led astray and into wrath.
Everyone caught in his sins
Believes himself saved and grins,
Until the day of his dying,
When hell meets him undenying.

3 If he only could returning
Leave that horrid state of hell,
After tasting of its burning,
And the end of wishful spell,
And could start his life again,
On the earth slate clean and plain,
He’d take careful note and lending
To where his pathways were tending.

4 There’s no sound now of repenting,
Though from sin the market crowd
Jesus commands all relenting
Come beneath his mercy’s shroud.
Bravely does no sinner fear
Though his fateful death is near,
Stupidly he comes forsaking
The kernel for the husk he’s taking.

5 Vain is the time that’s being spent
Plotting, playing, frolicking.
The competition’s pleasure tent
Is open morn and evening.
Sinners adding their sins up,
Filling the Deceiver’s cup:
Why are they his slaves who ought
To be the folk their Lord has bought?

6 Your name, O Jesus, brought to shame
By every sinful journey,
Your Word’s abused and used for blame,
Butt of clown and attorney.
Damnation’s on every tongue,
Prisoners the devil stung,
Condemned to judgment for their spite:
The fuel for hell fires burning bright.

7 Don’t you think that you’ll be surprised
By hell fire’s retribution?
Your tomb walls’ marks are realized:
Mene, tekel, upharsin.
Come stand before the Lord’s throne,
Answer for your sins alone,
Before you death’s carriage waiting,
This is your last hour belating.

8 Nations of all heathen countries,
Far beyond the seas and isles,
Little of God’s laws confrontings,
Nothing knowing of faith’s smiles,
Shall at last in judgment stand
On the sinful Christian band
That until the last judgment hour
Lived far worse than in pagan power.

9 Still voices of preachers are heard
Proclaim faith and repentance,
And glory attained by the Word,
Rest to our souls in sentence,
But since vanity’s so dear
The folk’s consciences to sear,
They do not hear the Lord’s pleading
Nor come to follow in His leading.

10 Woe, woe unto your wretchedness
Come at the end of your life,
If you come to time’s endlessness
Conscience sleeping, your sin rife!
Bow down now in humble prayer,
Contrite on the good Lord’s stair,
Make sure of your true repentance,
Or sorrowful be your sentence.

Thomas McElwain:
4  11.11.10.10

1 Awake, awake up  from your wicked sleeping!
Jesus would set you free from sin’s chains keeping
And give you the free gift of grace this hour:
The law on your behalf’s fulfilled with power.

2 You think that sinful slumber’s sweet and chary,
But the Lord bears a witness and contrary.
He’ll hurry out to meet you in His grace
When He shall see you lie dead on your face.

3 Ah, hear His loving voice, he calls you sweetly,
In pity sorrows over you completely:
Come here, I shall not keep your sins in mind,
But I forgive them all by grace you’ll find.

4 If there is still a human heart that’s beating
Within your breast, keep my pains still repeating
That I have suffered for you in your past,
When you were my worst enemy outcast.

5 O sinner, you may come to me repenting,
I have help and hope for you still relenting,
My mercy you will certainly receive,
My friendship and at last from sin reprieve.

6 Oh harden no more your heart, do not harden,
But from your sinful sleep rise up in pardon,
It’s time to recognize your fearful state
And realize sin’s wages that await.

7 Have mercy on your own soul and awaken
To chiding of the Spirit on mistaken
Heart of yours sunk in darkness, sinful night,
And mind caught up in worldly fashion’s plight.

8 Have I done aught to harm you, asks the Father,
Why then do you run astray from Me rather?
What burden have I laid upon your heart?
When have I ever severed you apart?

9 Come back, come back, and I shall chide you never
For sins, but help to keep you from them ever.
Come to the cross and crawling creeping there
Turn eyes upon the lamb of God as fair.

10 Stop harrowing the Lord to bring Him sorrow,
Today your best friend, there may be no morrow!
Waste no time now, but hurry to repent
And fall before your own Redeemer spent.

Thomas McElwain:
Laitan ne heti tänne niin nopeasti kuin saan käännetyiksi.

5  8.7.8.7.7.7.

1 Ah, the world and all its waning
Stricken down in wickedness,
Heritage of heart complaining
Only worsens its distress.
Many rush into its fire
As though hell were their desire!

2 For what reason in this season
Are mercy and grace forgot?
What strange motive of self-treason
Thrusts for aye in hellish lot?
Is there not a Helper near
To destroy both sin and fear?

3 Jesus through a path of sorrows
And of his obedience
Won each soul from sin’s tomorrows,
From the curse that sin presents.
Still some do not want the gift,
Rather into hell they drift.

4 If all only kept reminding
Themselves, they might better know
That they are their own souls binding
In destruction as they go
On the way of sinful lust,
Doubt instead of faith and trust.

5 If they only while in sinning
With a will and energy
Should keep in mind from beginning
With what pain and misery
Jesus gave his very blood
For their sakes as in a flood!

6 In the Savior’s name I pray you,
Sinful wretches that you be
In the wilderness where stray you,
Come to the throne of mercy,
Beg of God His mercy done
Through His grace by His own Son.

7 With your whole heart and sincerely
Beg and pray that from your sin
You may escape and know clearly,
What a sinful state you’re in.
Without faith when you find death
You’ll find hell at the next breath.

8 Do you still in sinful pathways
Joyfully continue on,
Shutting up your hearts in wrath’s ways
From the friend you could count on,
Who died for your very sake
To take away your mistake?

9 Thus he calls to you in pity:
Turn, return, O Israel!
I am from the holy city
Merciful Immanuel.
By My grace I give you grace,
By My peace My peaceful face.

10 All those who are lost and straying,
Wake them, wake them up in strength,
Dear Lord Jesus, draw them praying,
From chains of perdition’s length.
Call them by your voice from loss
To love and adore your cross.

Thomas McElwain:
6  8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8

1 One thing, O soul, I ask of you,
Let your conscience answer well.
Is the fire of hell above you,
Do you still walk in its spell?
Do you still live in a way
Never asking of the day:
Shall I enter joys of heaven
Or damnation from the leaven?

2 How long will you let the sweetness
Of the words and voice to draw
You to self from prayer’s completeness
In perdition and in law?
Does my Spirit vainly knock
On your breast closed as a rock?
Will you not turn to me joyful,
I your refuge from the ploy full?

3 How long will you full of trouble
Wish in vanity to go,
Out of which like broken bubble
I would help you quickly row?
How long will you remain here
Heart set in both joy and fear,
Not quite living in the savour
Of the Lord nor the world’s favour?

4  Do not close your heart forever,
Nor your ear to sacred sense.
Do not stray in thoughts that ever
Fly into your mind and tents.
If only from me my grace
You thought to beg from my face,
To your soul I’d send it surely,
Light there a flame brightly, purely.

5 Then you would joyfully gather
Strength for faithfulness, for sure
I’d send on your soul the rather
Cleansing and a counsel pure.
You would see that I forget
Every sin that you have met.
I would write your name concisely
In the book of life and nicely.

6 It would not seem hard to clamber
Out of the world’s dens of sin
To come with repentant stammer
As a child of God to win.
The Word then would be a prize,
Faith bright glowing to your eyes,
Against fleshly lust in battle
With redeemed instead of cattle.

7 Lord Almighty, I am running
From beneath my pain and care,
Humbly I cry to You, shunning
All the weaknesses I bear.
May Your Spirit come to guide,
Let me in Your love abide,
To Your dear Son draw me ever,
From all other counsel sever.

8 Dearest Jesus, you whose spirit
Comes always again to me,
Search me out for all I fear it,
So I’ll find you faithfully.
Break and change my stubborn mind,
Grasp me with unbreaking bind,
Show to me your side spear-driven,
By your pains I shall be shriven.

9 Holy Spirit, without ceasing
Calling, knocking in my breast,
By your chiding word releasing,
Bend my heart and give it rest.
Lord, lead me upon the way,
Console me in Jesus’ pay.
Jesus bring his fire like flamen
To this chill heart of mine. Amen.

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