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Victory through Christ over Death. 1 Cor. xv.
1 WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice
2 Those bodies that corrupted fell
And mortal forms shall spring to life
3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung
That Death should yield his ancient reign,
4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, And thus begin to sing:
"O grave, where is thy triumph now? And where, O death, thy sting?"
L. M. 6L.
Life, Death, and the Resurrection. Ps. 89.
With skill to fly, or power to save? 2 Lord, shall it be forever said,
"The race of man was only made
For sickness, sorrow, and the dust"? Are not thy servants, day by day, Sent to their graves, and turned to clay? Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son,
But flesh and sense indulge despair:
A Prospect of the Resurrection.
1 HOW long shall Death, the tyrant, reign, And triumph o'er the just,
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
2 Let faith arise, and climb the hills,
How distant are his chariot wheels,
3 Lo, I behold the scattering shades;
4 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
5 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise;"
1 THE ever-living God
The expiring church shall raise;
God quickening the Dead.
2 "Yes," saith the God of truth,
The foe shall see their Leader's breath
3 "The dew of heaven shall fall In rich abundance round, And a redundant harvest rise
To clothe the teeming ground."
4 Thy Zion, Lord, believes A promise so divine,
And looks through all her flowing tears,
To see the glory shine.
A Prospect of Death and Judgment.
1 THE day approacheth, O my soul,
Which from the verge of mortal life
2 Another day, more awful, dawns;
3 Yet does one short, preparing hour,
Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy power,
4 For this, thy temple, Lord, we throng;
Prospect of Judgment.
1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,
I see my Maker face to face,
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
5 0, let thy boundless mercy shine
Correct my passions, mend my heart,
6 And may I taste thy richer grace, In that decisive hour
When Christ to judgment shall descend,
Christ coming to Judgment.
1 THE Lord will come; the earth shall quake,
2 The Lord will come, but not the same As once in lowly form he came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.
3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form,