Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound DEPART!
3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so distress my ear, T'would tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. 4 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove- And fix my doleful station where I must not taste His love!
5 Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon Thy breast, Without a gracious smile from Thee, My spirit cannot rest.
6 Oh! tell me that my worthless name Is graven on Thy hands; Show me some promise in Thy book, Where my salvation stands.
7 Give me one kind, assuring word, To sink my fears again: And cheerfully my soul shall wait Her threescore years and ten.
1 Hark! sinner, hark! God speaks to thee: How shall I let thee go? How shall I thy destruction see,
And all thine anguish know? 2 Sinner, how shall I give thee up? I've loved thee as a child; Yet of thy sins, thou fill'st the cup, As if with passion wild.
3 Sinner, how shall I let thee go? My heart doth yearn for thee, Yet thou dost love transgression so, Thou wilt not turn to me.
4 O sinner, stop! pause in thy path,- Pause, ere it be too late; And now, while I hold back my wrath, Escape thy threat'ning fate.
5 But if thou wilt not, then I must Forever let thee go;
And that I am both kind and just, The universe shall know!
2 The glory! the glory! around Him are poured Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there, And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear. 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ; Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred! From sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, All the vast generations of man are come forth.
4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set, Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are met; There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, And the doom of eternity hangs on His word. 5 In mercy, in mercy, look down from above, Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love! When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven ! May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven.
"Twere 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; O what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death."
5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.
The Harvest past.
1 I saw, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear, Prepared to scan, with strict account, My blessings wasted here.
2 His wrath like flaming fire, Burned to the lowest hell; And in that hopeless world of wo, He bade my spirit dwell.
3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis called to-day; Soon will the awful voice of death Command your souls away.
4 Soon will the harvest close- The summer soon be o'er; And soon your injured, angry God Will hear your prayers no more.
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