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bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face,
Oh, how shall I appear !
Ănd mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought; 3 When thou, O LORD, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
Oh, how shall I appear!
Who does her sins lament,
Shall endless wo prevent.
Her pardon to procure,
HYMN 193. S. M.
And must the dead arise?
His all-discerning eyes ? 2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound ;
Spread black despair around? 3 “Depart from me, accursed,
To everlasting flame,
Where mercy never came. 4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
Astonish'd shrink away ? 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread! 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
And find salvation there.
And the last awful day shall pour
HYMN 194. 11.7. GREAT GOD, what do I see and hear The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated. The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 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 prepared to meet him. 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing; For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing. The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet him.
The end of things created :
On clouds of glory seated :
HYMN 195. III. 1.
St. Luke xiii. 24-27.
Enter ere it be too late;
When too late to offer prayer.
And for ever bar the skies:
He will say, “I know you not."
“LORD, we have profess'd thy name We have eat with thee, and heard
Heav'nly teaching in thy word.”
Workers of iniquity;.
HYMN 196. S. M.
! where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh:
Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
And all that life is love.
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Around the second death!
Teach us that death to shun,
2 Cor. iv. 18. HOW
W long shall earth's alluring toys.
Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys,
And strangers to the skies!
They fade upon the sight;
Be lost in endless night.
With conscious sighs we own;
O'ershade the smiling noon.
Above these gloomy shades,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !
Or reason's feeble ray,
Unconscious of decay.
To guide our upward aim:
Our languid hearts inflame.
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, .
Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.
HYMN 198. C. M. COME, LORD, and warm each languid heart, And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more; But, clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne how dazzling bright,
Thé exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight
On all the heavenly minds.
Join in immortal songs;
Employ their tuneful tongues.
Our feeble notes inspire;
, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers; Death, like a narrow sea divides
This heav'nly land from ours. 3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green; So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roli'd between.
To cross the narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes!
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
HYMN 200. C. M. SHOULD enature's charms, to please the eye, All nature's charms would droop and die,
JESUS, compared with thine. 2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
And vain her blooming store; Her brightness languishes to shade,
Her beauty is no more. 3 But, ah, how far from mortal sight
The LORD of glory dwells! A veil of interposing night
His radiant face conceals.
On strong immortal wing,
My Saviour and my King !
And there, divine employ, The triumphs of thy love repeat
In songs of endless joy.
O’er all the blissful place;
HYMN 201. III. 1.
Revelation vii. 9, &c. Who 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 every hour.” 2 These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came; Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his eternal name:
Victor palms in every hand,
More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown
On immortal fruits they feed;