O the Lamb! the Lamb that bled!
O the bliss! the joyful sight!

Montgomery. 541. L. M.

The living know, &c. Eccl. ix. 5.

Rothwell.

1 WHERE are the dead?-In heav'n or hell
Their disembodied spirits dwell;

Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay,
Reserv'd until the judgment-day.

2 Who are the dead?-The sons of Time
In ev'ry age, and state, and clime;
Renown'd, dishonor'd, or forgot,

The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living ?-On the ground Where prayer is heard and mercy foundWhere, in the compass of a span,

The mortal makes th' immortal man.

4 Who are the living ?-They whose breath
Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death;
Of endless bliss or wo the heirs.
O, what an awful lot is theirs!

5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin
To follow Christ, and flee from sin;
Daily grow up in him our head,—
Lord of the living and the dead.

Hill.

542. P. M.

The judgment described. Rev. i. 7.

Suffolk.

1 LO, he comes, in clouds descending,
Once for favor'd sinners slain:
Thousand thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train.
Hallelujah!

God appears on carth to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him
Robed in dreadful majesty ;

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

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 The dear tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,—
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers.
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!

4 Yea, amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own;
Jah! Jehovah !

Lyre.

Everlasting God, come down.

543. 8.7.4.

The judgment.

1 SEE the eternal Judge descending,
Seated on his Father's throne:

Calvary.

Now, poor sinner, Christ shall show thee
He is the eternal Son.

Trumpets call thee:

Come to hear thy awful doom.

2 Hear the sinner thus lamenting
At the thoughts of future pain:
Cries and tears he now is venting,
But he cries and weeps in vain-
Greatly mourning

That he ne'er was born again.

3 "Yonder stands the glorious Saviour,
With the marks of dying love:
O, that I had sought his favor
When I felt his Spirit move.
Doomed justly,

For I have against him strove.

4"All his warnings I have slighted,
While he daily sought my soul;
If some vows to him I plighted,
Yet for sin I broke the whole.
Golden moments!

How neglected did they roll!

5 "Yonder stand my godly neighbors
Who were once despised by me;
They are clad in dazzling splendor,
Waiting my sad fate to see.
Farewell, neighbors!-

Dismal gulf! I'm bound for thee."

6 Now, despisers, look and wonder:
Hope and sinners here must part.
Louder than the peal of thunder,
Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart."
Lost forever-

How it quails the sinner's heart!

DOXOLOGIES.

544. L.M. Old Hundred.

PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

545. c. M.

LET God the Father, and the Son,

And Spirit, be ador'd,

Dundee.

Where there are works to make him known,

Or saints to love the Lord.

546. S. M.

YE angels round the throne,
And saints that dwell below,

Worship the Father, praise the Son,

And bless the Spirit too.

547. H. M.

TO God, the Father's, throne
Your highest honors raise;
Glory to God, the Son;

To God, the Spirit, praise:
With all our powers,

Eternal King, thy name we sing,
While faith adores.

Olmutz.

Haddam,

548. 7.

SING we to our God above
Praise eternal as his love:

Nuremburg.

Praise him, all ye heavenly host-
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour,
And the Father's boundless love,
With the Holy Spirit's favor,

Rest upon us from above.
Thus may we abide in union

With each other and the Lord;
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

550. L. M. Old Hundred.
Close of worship.

1 AGAIN we'll magnify the Lord,
And close with praise the day of rest:
For all the comforts of thy word
Be thy great name forever blest.

2 Our services are all defiled,

But Jesus pleads within the veil :
Saviour, on thee our hopes we build,
Nor can thine intercession fail.