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2 I love to meet thy people now,
Before thy feet with thein to bow,
Though vilest of them all;
But-can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace-
Be thou my only hiding-place,
In this th' accepted day;
Thy pardoning voice, oh lét:ne hear,
To still my unbelieving Itar,
Nor let me fall, I pray.
4 Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace. 629
L. M. Middlebury. Sparta.
THAT day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day,
2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
And louder yet--and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? Aff 3 Oh! on that day-that wrathful day,
When ma to judgment wakes from clay,
Be THOU, O Christ! the sinner's stay, Len Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 630
8. M. Mornington. Dartmouth AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise ?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes
2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven before his face,
Astonished, shrink away!
3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead ,
IK Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread !
Af 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot hear ;
Flee to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.
88, 73 & 4. Tamworth. Suffolk. 631 The Judgment welcomed by the Righteous.
LO! he come 1-countless trumpets
Wake to life the slumbering dead;
Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great, exalted Head :
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:
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.
3 “Come, ye blessed of my
Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ :"
Welcome, welcome to the skies!
C. M. St. Austin's. Wachusetts 632
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."
3 Oh! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my dôleful 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.
S. M. Bethany. Pentonville. 633
Reward and Punishment.
OH where shall rest he found,
Rest for the weary soul?
'T'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 Thon God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
L. M. Medway. Middlebury. 634
ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand ?
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of tiine away?
2 Eternity !-tremendous sound!
To guilty souls a dreadful wound !
But oh! is 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 huw 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 impait;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.
Patmos. Judes. 635
Holiness of Heaven.
NOR eye hath seen-nor ear hath leard,
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 shaine;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.
Jordan. Arundol. 636
Treasure in Heaven.
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.
C.M. Walney. Spencer. @37
Glories of Heaven,
FAR from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realios 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.
Spencer. Barby. 638
The Heavenly Rest.
LORD, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest, where pure enjoyinént 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 my end. 639
8s & 6s. Laneshoro'. Conway TIIERE 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 leaven.
m 3 There faith lists up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;