"Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread!
Aff 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Flee to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.
88, 7s & 4. Tamworth. Suffolk.
631 The Judgment welcomed by the Righteous.
LO! he come-countless trumpets
Wake to life the slumbering dead;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great, exalted Head:
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Son of God.
2 Full of joyful expectation,
Saints behold the Judge appear!
Truth and justice go before him-
Now the joyful sentence hear:
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine,
3 "Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ :"
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome to the skies!
C. M. St. Austin's. Wachusett
Banishment from God intolerable.
Aff THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys-
Thou Sovereign of my heart-
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word-"Depart."
Oh! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.
4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.
Reward and Punishment.
OH where shall rest he found,
Rest for the weary soul?
"I'were vain the ocean's depths to sound
Or pierce to either pole !
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death!"
5 Thou God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
Forevermore undone.
Eternity anticipated.
ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand?
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!—
To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But oh! if Christ and heaven be mine,
How sweet the accents!-how divine
3 Be this my chief, my only care-
My high pursuit-my ardent prayer-
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon sealed, and peace with God.
4 But should my brightest hopes be vain;
The rising doubts how sharp their pain!
My fears, O gracious God, remove,
Confirm my title to thy love,
5 Search, Lord-oh search my inmost heart,
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.
NOR eye hath seen-nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense, nor reason known
What joys the Father has prepared
For those that love his Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace ;-
No wanton lips, nor envious eye
Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.
YES, there are joys that cannot die,
With God laid up in store!
Treasures, beyond the changing sky,
More bright than golden ore.
2 To that bright world my soul aspires,
With rapturous delight:
Oh for the Spirit's quickening powers,
To speed me in my flight.
FAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realins of joy and pure delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 Fair distant land!-could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!
3 No cloud those blissful regions know→→
Realms ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.
4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise, and join
The chorus of the sky.
The Heavenly Rest.
LORD, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest, where pure enjoyinent reigns,
Where thou art loved alone.
2 Eternal Spirit, make me know
That I shall enter in ;
Blest Saviour, now thy power bestow,
And wash me from my sin.
3 Oh take this hardness from my heart,
This unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The Sabbath of thy love.
4 Come, my Redeemer, come away,
Into my soul descend;
No longer from thy creature stay,
My Author and
THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given:
There is a tear for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast-
"Tis found alone-in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise-and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by,
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.
mf 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn-of heaven.
The Heavenly Jerusalem.
JERUSALEM! my glorious home!
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, in thee?
2 Oh, when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
3 There happier bowers, than Eden's, bloom,
No sin nor sorrow know:
Blest seats through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.
4 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
5 Jerusalem! my glorious home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
78. Lincoln. Pleyel's Hymn. The Saints in Glory.
HIGH in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love!
2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts-distressing fears-
Torturing pain-and heavy wo.
3 Happy spirits! ye are fled,
Where no grief can entrance find,..
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