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7 So shall that curse remove,
Uomeasur'd by the flight of years By which the Saviour bled;
And all that life is love. And the last awful day shall pour
4 There is a death, whose pang His blessings on your head.
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace, ? The end of things created!
Teach us that death to shun, The Judge of man I see appear.
Lesl we be driven from thy face,
For evermore undone.
HYMN CXCVII. C. M.
2 Cor. iv. 18. 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,
HOW long shall earth's alluring toys Al the last trumpet's sounding,
Detain our hearts and eyes, Caught up to meet him in the skies.
Regardless of immortal joys, With joy their Lord surrounding :
And strangers to the skies ! No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
2 These transient scenes will soon decay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepar'd to meet him.
They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day 3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,
Be lost in endless night. Behold his wrath prevailing :
3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain ! For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing
With conscious sighs we own; The day of grace is past and gone ;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, Trembling they stand before the throne, O'ershade the smiling noon. All unprepar'd to meet him
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly 4 Great Gorl, what do I see and hear! Above these gloomy shades, The end of things created !
To those bright worlds beyond the sky, The Judge of man I see uppear,
Which sorrow ne'er invades! On clouds of glory seated :
5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, Beneath his cross I view the day
Or reason's feeble ray,
Unconscious of decay.
6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, St. Luke xiii. 24--27.
To guide our upward aim !
With one reviving touch of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.
7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, When too late to offer pray't.
Our ardent wishes rise,
To those bright scenes where pleasures 2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,
spring And for ever bar the skies:
Immortal in the skies.
HYMN CXCVIII. C. M. 3 Mournfully will they exclaim
(NOME, Lord, and warm each languid Lord! we have profess'd thy name; We have eat with thee, and heard
Inspire each lifeless tongue; Heavenly leaching in thy word.
And let the joys of heaven impart 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,
Their influence to our song. Workers of iniquity;
2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care, Sad their everlasting lot
And discord there shall cease ;
Adorn the realms of peace.
3 The soul from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But, clothed in spoiless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
4 There, on a throne (how dazzling 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
bright!) Or pierce to either pole.
Th' exalted Savionr shines; 2 The world can never give
And beams ineffable delight The bliss for which we sigh:
On all the heavenly minds. Tis not the whole of life to live,
5 There shall the followers of the Lamb Nor all of death to die.
Join in immortal songs 3 Beyond this vale of tears
| And endless honours to his name There is a life above,
Employ their tuneful tongues.
Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, “Wisdom, riches, to obtain
New dominion ev'ry hour." 2ill in thy blissful courts above
2 These throngh fiery trials trod; We join the angelic choir.
These from great affliction came;
Sealld with his eternal name :
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand, Eternal day excludes the night,
Through their great Redeemer's might. And pleasures banish pain.
More than conquerors they stand. 2 There everlasting spring abides,
3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, And never-fading Aow'rs;
On immortal fruits they feed; Death, like a narrow sea, divides
Them the Lamb amidst the throne This heavenly land from ours.
Shall to living fountains lead: 3 Bright fields beyond the swelling tlood Joy and gladness banish sighs; Stand dress'd in living green:
Perfect love dispels their fears ; So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
And, for ever from their eyes While Jordan roll'd between.
God shall wipe away their tears, 4 But tim'rous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea,
HYMN CCII. C. M. 5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Genesis xxviii. 20, 21. Those gloomy donbts that rise,
COD of our fathers ! by whose hand And see the Canaan that we love
Thy people still are blest, With faith's illumin'd eyes!
Be with us through our pilgrimage, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide; flood,
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.
3 O spread thy shelt'ring wiogs around, HOULD nature's charms, to please Till all our wand'rings cease, the eye,
And, at our Father's lov'd abode In sweet assemblage join,
Our souls arrive in peace. All nature s charms would droop and die, 4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Jesus, compar'd with thine.
Our humble pray'rs implore; 2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd, And thou, the Lord shalt be our God, And vain her blooming store ;
And portion evermore. Her brightness languishes to shade,
HYMN CCIII. III. 3. Her beauty is no more 3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight
I Chronicles xxix. 10-13. The Lord of glory dwells !
DLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel, A veil of interposing night
D Thou, our Father, and our Lord ! His radiant face conceals.
Bless'd thy majesty for ever! 40 could my longing spirit rise
Ever be thy name ador'd! On strong immortal wing,
2 Thine, O Lord, are pow'r and greatness, And reach thy palace in the skies,
Glory, vict'ry, are thine own; My Saviour and my King !
All is thine in earth and heaven, 5 There thousands worship at thy feet, Over all thy boundless throne. And there, divine employ!
3 Riches come of thee, and honour, The triumphs of thy love repeat
Pow'r and might to thee belong; Io songs of endless joy.
Thine it is to make us prosper, 6 Thy presence beams eternal day
Only thine to make us strong.
4 Lord our God! for these, thy 'bounties, And die to see thy face ?
Hynins of gratitude we raise
To thy Name, for ever glorious,
Ever we address our praise !
HYMN CCIV. C. M.
Proverbs iii. 13-17.
HAPPY is the man who hears Tuning their triumphant song, " Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Religion's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes "Blessing, honour, glory, power, His early, only choice.
2 For she has treasurec greater far 6 Mere human energy shall faint, Than east or west unfold;
And youthful vigour cease; More precious are her bright rewards, But those who wait upon the Lord Than gems, or stores of gold.
lo strength shall still increase 3 Her right hand offers in the just 7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread Immortal, happy days;
The path of life divine; Her leit, imperishable wealth,
With growing ardour onward move, And heavenly crowns displays.
With growing brightness shine 4 And, as her holy labours rise, 18 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar So her rewards increase i
On wings of taith and love,
They rise to heaven above.
HYMN CCVII CM.
Isaiah lvii. 15. THE morning flow's display their THUS speaks the High and Lofty One, sweets,
1 My throne is fixd on high ; And gay their silken leaves anfold; There, through eternity, I hear As careless of the noon-day heats,
The praises of the sky And fearless of the ey'ning cold.
2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft 2 Nipp d by the wind's unkindly blast, The humble, hallow'd cell:
Parch'd by the sun's more fervent ray, And, with the penitent who monrn, The momentary glories waste,
'Tis my delight dwell. The short-liy'd beaties die away. 3 My presence beals the wounded heart, 3 So blooms the human face divine,
The sad in spirit cheers,
4 I dwell with all my hnmble saints 4 But, worn by slowly rolling years, While they on earth remain ; Or broke by sickness in a day.
And they, exalted, dwell with me, The fading glory disappears,
With me for ever reign The short-livid beauties die away.
HYMN CCVIII. II. 1.
Hahakkuk iii. 17-19.
LTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny,
A The budding tig-tree droop and dic, 6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
No oil the olive yield:
Yea, ben rejoicing to his rod,
And by his grace be heal'd.
2 Though helds, in verdure orce ar ray'd,
By whirlwinds desolate be laid.
Or parch'd by scorching beam,
My joy : tor, though his frown is just, Despairing of relief,
His mercy is supreme. As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares, 3 Though from the told the flock decay, Or pitied not thy grief ?
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea 2 Hast thon not known, hast thou not And ronnd the empty stall; heard,
My sonl abrve the wreck shall rise,
Its better joys are in the skies ;
There, God is all in all Who made the earth and sky ?
4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest, 3 Art thou afraid his power will fail I yet will hope, and calmly rest, Io sorrow's evil day?
'Nay, triumph in his love; Can the Creator's mighty arm
My ling'ring soul, my tardy feet, Grow weary or decay ?
Free as the hind he makes and fleet, 4 Supreme in wisdom as in power
To speed my course above.
HYMN ccix. C. M.
St. John xiv. 6. 5 He gives the conquest to the weak, M HOU art the way to thee alone Supports the fainting heart;
1 From sin and death we Ree; And courage in the evil honr
And he why would the Father seek, His heavenly aids impart,
Must seck him, Lord, by thee.
2 Thou art the truth-thy word alone 12 Wake from sleep, arise from death, True wisdom can impart;
See the bright and living path: Thou only canst inform the mind
Watchful tread that path; be wise, And purify the heart.
Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 3 Thou art the life-the rending tomb 3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, Proclaims thy conquring arm.
From this hour redeem thy time;
Evil is the mortal day.
Calld of Jesus, learn his will:
Jesus waits to shed his light.
HYMN CCXII. C. M.
Hebrexs xii. I, 2.
LO! what a cloud of witnesses
* Encompass us around; While yet we sojourn here,
Men once like us with sufring tried, O let us our salvation work
Bat now with glory crown'd: With trembling and with tear.
2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir'd 2 God will support our hearts
Strive in the Christian race ; With might before unknown;
And, freed from ev'ry weight of sin, The work to be perform'd is ours,
Their holy footsteps trace. The strength is all his own.
3 Beholds witness nobler still, 3 'Tis he that works to will,
Who trod affliction's path, Tis he that works to do;
Jesus, the author, fiorsher, His is the power by which we act,
Rewarder of our faith : His be the glory too!
4 He, for the joy before him set, HYMN CCXI. III. 1.
And mov'd by pitying love,
Endur' the cross, despis'd the shame Ephesians v. 14-17.
And now he reigns above. INNER! rouse thee from thy sleep, 15 Thither, forgetting things behind, Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Press we, to God's right hand ! Raise thy spirit dark and dead,
There, with the Saviour and his saints Jesus waits his light to shed.
Triumphantly to stand.
XV. GLORIA PATRI.
N. . The metro marks, affixed to the preceding bymns, have reference to a division of the metres, founded on the nature of the verse, into four classes, marked --I. II. III. IV. Class 1. Inclures common, long, and short metres, marked-C. M., L. M., S. M. Class 11. includes the other lambick metres, eight in number, marked-II. 1, 11.
2, II. 3, II. 4, &c. which may be named-Two, one ; Two, tro, Treo, three, &c. Class 111. includes the Trochaick metres, being five in number, marked-III, I.
III. 2, III. 3, &c. which may be named-Three, one ; Three, two, gc. Class IV. includes the metres consisting chiefly of triplets, being five in number,
marked-IV. 1, IV. 2, IV.3, &c. and may be named-Four, one; Four, two, &c.
The God whom we adore,
The God whom earth and heaven adore,
And Spirit, glory be,
To all eternity.
II. 5. To God the Father, and to God the Son, To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One, Be praise from all on earth and all is
heaven, As was, and is, and ever shall be given.'
And songs of highest worth,
And all the saints on earth,
To Christ, his only Son,
Sapreme o'er earth and heaven,
Be highest glory given,
To God the Father, God the Son,
Ere time had yet its course begun :
11. I. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom heaven's triumphant host
And saints on earth adore ;
And snff'ring saints on earth adore ;
And Spirit, ever bless'd,
It was, is now,
And shall be so