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Ye living men, come view the

ground "Where you must shortly lie... 2" Princes, this clay must be your "In spite of all your tow'rs; [bed, "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great God! is this our certain
doom?

And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the power of quick'ning
To raise our souls to thee, [grace
That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.

(S. M.)

HYMN 190.
Job xiv. 11-14.

THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recall its waters lost From that abyss again:

2 So days, and years, and time,
Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light:
3 And man, when in the grave,

Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.

4 O, may I find in death

A hiding-place with God, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd' To share his bless'd abode ! 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, fill my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief.

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HYMN 191.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!

What is this absorbs me quite-
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on mine eyes! mine ears

With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!

death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT. HYMN 192. (C. M.) WHEN, rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker, face to face; 'O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, O how shall I appear!

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If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, [disclos'd O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled Who does her sins lament, [mind, That faith in Christ's atoning blood Shall endless wo prevent.

5 Then never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make that pardon sure. (S. M.)

HYMN 193.

AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise!
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the numerous guilty
throng

Spread black despair around! 3" Depart from me, accurs'd,

"To everlasting flame, "For rebel angels first prepar'd, "Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day: When earth and heaven before his 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes Astonish'd shrink away? [face

The mansions of the dead, Hark, from the gospel's cheering What joyful tidings spread! [sound, 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; Fly to the shelter of his cross, And find saivation there.

7 So shall that curse remove,

By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

HYMN 194.
(H. 7.).
REAT God, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created!

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The dead which they contain'd before:
Prepare, my soul, to meet him.
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their
And sighs are unavailing: [tears
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the
throne,

All unprepar'd to meet him. 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated: Beneath his cross I view the day When heaven and earth shall pass away,

And thus prepare to meet him.

HYMN 195. (III. 1.).

St. L'e xiii. 24-27.

SEEK, my sul, the narrow gate,
Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer pray'r.

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2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, And for ever bar the skies: Then, though sinners cry without, He will "I know say, not." 3 Mournfully will they exclaimLord! we have profess'd thy name; We have eat with thee, and heard Heavenly teaching in thy word. 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea, Workers of iniquity; Sad their everlasting lotChrist will say, "I know you not."

XIII. ETERNITY. HYMN 196. (S. M.) WHERE shall rest be found! Rest for the weary soul?"Twere vain the ocean's depths to Or pierce to either pole. [sound,

2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh:

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2 Cor. iv. 18.

HOW long shall earth's alluring
Detain our hearts and eyes, [toys
Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies!

2 These transient scenes will soon
They fade upon the sight; [decay
And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain With conscious sighs we own; While clouds of sorrow, care, and

O'ershade the smiling noon. [pain,
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest Our ardent wishes rise,

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To those bright scenes where pleasures Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 198. (C. M.)

COME, Lord, and warm each lan

heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heaven impart Their influence to our song.

2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere, Adorn the realms of peuce. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn its power no more,

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A veil of interposing night

His radiant face conceals.

4 O could my longing spirit rise
On strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,
My Saviour and my King!

5 There thousands worship at thy
And there, divine employ ! [feet,
The triumphs of thy love repeat
In songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?

HYMN 201. (III. 1.)
Revelation vii. 9, &c.

WHO innumerable throng,
are these in bright array

Round the altar, night and day
Tuning their triumphant song?
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
"Blessing, honour, glory, power,
"Wisdom, riches, to obtain
"New dominion ev'ry hour."

2 These through fiery trials trod;
Now before the throne of God,
These from great affliction came;

Seal'd with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand,
Through their great Redeemer's
might

More than conquerors they stand.
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears

XIV. MISCELLANEOUS. HYMN 202. (C. M.) Genesis xxviii. 20, 21.

HOULD nature's charms, to please GOD of our fathers! by whose hand

the eye,

In sweet assemblage join, All nature's charms would droop and Jesus, compar'd with thine. [die, 2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

And vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shado, Her beauty is no more.

3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight The Lord of glory dwells! La 2

Thy people still are blest, Be with us through our piigrimage, Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of Our wand'ring footsteps guide; [life Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.

3 Ospread thy shelt'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,
And, at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

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4 Such blessings from thy gracious, 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years

Our humble pray'rs implore; [hand And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, And portion evermore.

HYMN 203. (III. 3.)

1 Chronicles xxix. 10-13.

B Thou, our Father, and of Lord
LESS'D be thou, the God of Israel

Bless'd thy majesty for ever!

Ever be thy name ador'd!

2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and great-
Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; [ness,
All is thine in earth and heaven,
Over all thy boundless throne.

3 Riches come of thee, and honour,

Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away.

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour
If heaven shall recompense our
pains :
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,

If firm the word of God remains.
HYMN 206. (C. M.)

Pow'r and might to thee belong;'WHY

Thine it is to make us prosper,
Only thine to make us strong.

4 Lord our God! for these, thy bounties,
Hymns of gratitude we raise;
To thy Name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise!

HYMN 204. (C. M.)
Proverbs iii. 13-17.
HAPPY is the man who hears
Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;
More precious are her bright rewards,
Than gems, or stores of gold.
3 Her right hand offers to the just
Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,

And heavenly crowns displays.
4 And, as her holy labours rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
HYMN 205. (L. M.)
Isaiah xl. 6-8.
THE morning flow'rs display their

sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold; As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the ev'ning cold. 2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, Parch'd by the sun's more fervent The momentary glories waste, [ray, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty

shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine, And sweeter than the op'ning rose.

Isaiah xl. 27-31.

mournest thou, my anxious Despairing of relief, [soul, As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares, Or pitied not thy grief?

2 Hast thou not known, hast thon
not heard,

That firm remains on high
The everlasting throne of Him
Who made the earth and sky!

3 Art thou afraid his power will fail
In sorrow's evil day?
Can the Creator's mighty arm
Grow weary or decay?

4 Supreme in wisdom as in

power

The Rock of ages stands;
Thou canst not search his mind, net
The working of his hands. [trace
5 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour

His heavenly aids impart.

6 Mere human energy shall faint,
And youthful vigour cease;
But those who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.
7 They, with unwearied step, shall
The path of life divine; [tread
With growing ardour onward move,
With growing brightness shine.
8 On eagles' wings they mount, they
On wings of faith and love; [soa
Till, past the sphere of earth and sin
They rise to heaven above.

HYMN 207, (C. M.)
Isaiah Ivii. 15.

THUS speaks the High and Loft ·

One

My throne is fix'd on high;
There, through eternity, I hear

The praises of the sky:
2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft
The humble, hallow'd cell;

And, with the penitent who mourn, 'Tis my delight to dwell.

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3 My presence heals the wounded
The sad in spirit cheers;
My presence, from the bed of dust,
The contrite sinner tears.

4 I dwell with all my humble saints
While they on earth remain;
And they, exalted, dwell with me,
With me for ever reign.

HYMN 208. (II. 1.)
Ila bakkuk iii. 17-19.

HYMN 210. (S. M.)
Philippians ii. 12, 13.

HEIRS of unending life,
While yet we sojourn here,
O let us our salvation work
With trembling and with fear
2 God will support our hearts
With might before unknown;
The work to be perforin'd is ours,
The strength is all his own.
3 "Tis he that works to will,
'Tis he that works to do;

ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny. His is the power by which we act,

The budding fig tree droop and
No oil the olive yield;

Yet will I trust me in my God,
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod,
And by his grace be heal'd.

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2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd,

By whirlwinds desolate be laid,

Or parch'd by scorching beam; Still in the Lord shall be my trust, My joy; for, though his frown is just, His mercy is supreme.

3 Though from the fold the flock de-
cay,

l'hough herds lie famish'd o'er the lea
And round the empty stall;
My soul above the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies;
There, God is all in all.

4 In God my strength, howe'er
trest,

I yet will hope, and calmly rest,
Nay, triumph in his love;

My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet,

His be the glory too!

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HYMN 211. (III. 1.).

Ephesians v. 14-17.
INNER! rouse thee from thy sleep
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit dark and dead,
Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep, arise from death,
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise,
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.
3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay,
Evil is the mortal day.

4 Be not blind and foolish stil,
Call'd of Jesus, learn his will:
dis-Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.

HYMN 212. (C. M.)

Hebrews xii. 1, 2.

Free as the hind he makes and fleet,O! what a cloud of witnesses

To speed my course above.

HYMN 209. (C. M.)
St. John xiv. 6.

THOU art the way to thee alone

From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the truth-thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind
And purify the heart.

3 Thou art the life-the rending tomb
Proclains thy conqu'ring arm,
And those who put their trust in thee
Nor deuth nor hell shall harm.
4 Thou art the way, the truth, the
Grant that way to know, [life;
That trwa to keep, that life to win,
Whose uys eternal flow.

Encompass us around;

Men once like us with suff"ring tried,
But now with glory crown'd:

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspit'd
Strive in the Christian race;
And, freed from ev'ry weight of sin,
Their holy footsteps trace.
3 Behold a witness nobler still,
Who trod affliction's path,
Jesus, the author, finisher,

Rewarder of our faith:

4 He, for the joy before him set,
And mov'd by pitying love,
Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame,
And now he reigns above.
5 Thither, forgetting things behind,
Press wo, to God's right hand!
There, with the Saviour and his saints
Triumphantly to stand

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