DENY THYSELF by Uriah Smith

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 27, 1857

DENY THYSELF.

By Uriah Smith

To rescue fallen man, The Saviour's life was given, And we may now through him Secure a home in heaven.

Shall self-indulgence then, The Holy Spirit grieve? And sinful habits lead To where there's no reprieve?

Why slaves to appetite? Why not the victory gain? Why not one effort more Our freedom to obtain?

O'erturn the treacherous box, Discard the poisonous weed, And every stimulant, Of which we have no need.

All heaven is on their side, Who self-denying move; 'Tis only safe to do As God and heaven approve.

Say not, " We can't o'ercome"— Experience can tell Of many rescued souls, From the open way to hell.

The die will soon be cast, The filthy be so still; And vengeance to the last, The guilty soul will fill.

God's sentence will be just, "Depart, I know you not," Then all the joys of sense Will ever be forgot.

I've called, and ye refused— Ye would not heed my claim, And from the book of life, I've blotted out your name.

If mercy lingers yet, May we our strength renew, And bid our idols all, And sinful joys adieu.

All who thus overcome, Will on Mount Zion stand, With crowns upon their heads, And palm-wreaths in each hand. R. SMITH. Wilton, N. H.