891. Death the Believer's gain.

1 WHY should our eyes with sorrow flow, Or bosoms heave the painful sigh?

When Jesus calls, the saint must go, 'Twas his eternal gain to die.

L. M.

2 'Twas through the strength of Israel's King,
He prov'd a conqueror when he fell
'Tis to the praise of grace we sing,
Though of a dying saint we tell.

3 Fearless he enter'd Jordan's flood,

At peace with heav'n he clos'd his eyes ; His only trust was Jesus' blood,

In sure and certain hope to rise.

892.

The Midnight cry.

1 YE virgin souls, arise,

With all the dead awake

Unto salvation wise,

Oil in your vessels take;
Upstarting at the midnight cry,
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh.

2 He comes, he comes to call

The nations to his bar,

And take to glory all

Who meet for glory are:

Make ready for your free reward,

Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.

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Your everlasting friend;

Your head to glorify,

With all his saints ascend :

The pure in heart, through sovereign grace
Shall see without a veil his face.

4 Then let us wait to hear

The trumpet's welcome sound;
To see our Lord appear,
Watching may we be found :

With that bless'd wedding robe endued,
The blood and righteousness of God.

TOPLADY.

893.

Death unstung.

1 WHILE sinners are alarmed At every form of death,

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The dear disciples of the Lamb,
With joy resign their breath.

O death! where is thy sting?
The dying saint can say,

It once possess'd my troubled mind,
But 'tis removed away.

3 How happy are the men,

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Who feel their Saviour's love;
They often long to be with him,
Amidst the hosts above.

Their sins are washed away,
In Jesus' precious blood;

At his right hand they shall appear,
In the great day of God.

S.M.

BURNHAM.

1 DEATH has no sting to pierce the soul,
That now by faith to Jesus flies;
He can the power of hell controul,
And bid the sleeping dead arise.

2 His own almighty arm shall shake
Those gloomy vaults, and mansions down,
At which the sons of Adam quake,
And raise their tenants to a crown.

3 Then fear not Death, but fear the Lord,
And look to him for victory;

For those who tremble at his word
Shall his immortal glory see.

4 His promise is for ever sure,

And he hath said, that death shall die;
His word for ever must endure,

His word that fills eternity.

5 Rejoice in Him, for he will come
In all the beauty of his love,

And take his saints from conflict, home
To everlasting joys above.

L. M.

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Victory over Death.

FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,

To triumph o'er the monster, death,
And all his frightful powers.

2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips would sing,
"Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
"And where the monster's sting?"
3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure,
Death has no sting beside;

The law gave sin its damning power;
But Christ, my ransom, died.

4 Now to the God of victory,

Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conquerors though we die,
Through Christ our living Head.

896.

Day of Judgment. ·

C. M.

WATTS.

1 GREAT Judge of all! that day will come

When mortals must receive their doom;
O, hear our cry, and grant we may
Of thee find mercy in that day.

2 That fixed, great, and dreadful day,
Will in the heavens thy throne display;
The trumpet's dreadful blast, shall shake
The silent graves, the dead awake.

3 Think, O my soul, thou must appear,
And pass the judgment at his bar;
What now does God and conscience say?
Wilt thou find mercy in that day?

4 Dost thou, by faith, to Jesus flee?
Is his dear image stampt on thee?
If so, let nothing thee dismay,
Thou shalt find mercy in that day.
5 Eternal Judge! Almighty Lord!
Seal home, and bless thy solemn word;
And grant that we poor sinners, may
Of thee find mercy in that day.

L. M.

MEDLEY.

897.

Day of Judgment.

1 AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?

S. M.

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When earth and heaven before his face,

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Astonished, shrink away

But ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark, from the gospel's cheering voice,
What joyful tidings spread.

Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ;

Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

DODDRIDGE.

1 DAY of Judgment ! day of wonders !
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than ten thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, "This God is mine!"'
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine !

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea ; All the powers of nature shaken, From his face prepare to flee : Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee!

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4 Horrors, past imagination,

Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
"Hence! thou cursed, hence depart!
"Thou with Satan

"And his angels hast thy part!"

5 But to those who have confessed,

Loved and served the Lord below, He will say, " Come near, ye blessed, "See the kingdom I bestow :

"You for ever

"Shall my love and glory know."

899.

Christ's Second Coming.

1 LO! he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain,
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train !
And with pleasure,

Magnify his awful name.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the great Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day,
Come to judgment !

Come to judgment ! come away!
4 Lo! the Saviour long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air,
Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear.

NEWTON.

8.7.4.

OLIVER.