THE HARP OF PITCAIRN. 299 
3. 
What is thy hope ? What canst thou find 
To equal thy Redeemer's love ? 
Riches are fleeting as the wind, 
And pride and lust will adders prove. 
Oh stay, oh stay thy mad career, 
Ere to destruction thou art borne ; 
Infatuated sinner, hear ; 
Deluded wanderer, return. 
4. 
Recall to mind those precious hours 
When in the truth thy footsteps trod; 
When, heart and mind and all thy powers 
Were dedicated to thy God. 
Sweet, sweet it was to hear thee then, 
In grateful strains to heaven upborne ; 
And shall they not ascend again ? 
O prodigal, return, return ! 
5. 
Upon presumption's tottering mast, 
Held by a thread in reckless sleep, 
Thou fear'st not, though th' approaching blast 
May whirl thee headlong to the deep. 
Awake, awake, nor longer dare 
The vengeance thou affect'st to scorn, 
Lest thy enraged Creator swear, 
' Thou never, never shalt return.' 
6. 
Canst thou 'midst endless burnings dwell ? 
Or with eternal fire abide ? 
That thou wouldst madly doom to hell 
Thy soul for which Immanuel died. 
Arise, arise, repent, believe, 
The Spirit's call no longer spurn, 
Thy Saviour will the welcome give, 
And angels joy at thy return. 
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