And still its radiant beams impart, Till all be search'd and purified. 4 Then, with the visits of thy love, Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till every grace shall join to prove That God has fix'd his dwelling there.
Doversdale 208. Job 246. Old 100.
PRAISE GOD from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host: Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Eternity joyful and tremendous.
Elmdon 318. Dulwich 361. Wareham 117.
TERNITY 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 seal'd, and peace with God. 4 But should my brightest hopes be vain! The rising doubt, how sharp its pain?
My fears, O gracious God, remove; Speak me an object of thy love.
5 Search, Lord! Ŏ 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.
Death and the Grave.-Doddridge.
186. FOTHERINGAY. Penitents 226. Admiration 235. OVEREIGN of life, before thine eye, Lo, mortal men by thousands die! One glance from thee at once brings down The proudest brow that wears a crown. 2 Banish'd at once from human sight To the dark grave's unchanging night, Imprison'd in that dusty bed,
We hide our solitary head.
3 The friendly band, no more shall greet Accents familiar once, and sweet: No more the well-known features trace, No more renew the fond embrace. 4 Yet if my Father's faithful hand Conduct me thro' this gloomy land, My soul with pleasure shall obey, And follow, where he leads the way. 5 He nobler friends, than here I leave, In brighter, surer worlds can give; Or, by the beamings of his eye, A lost creation well supply.
Desiring to depart and to be with Christ.
Deliverance 315. Staines 322.
HILE on the verge of life I stand, And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay, And longs to wing its flight away. 2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be, And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see; Earth, twine no more about
my heart! For 'tis far better to depart. 3 Come, ye angelic envoys! come, And lead the willing pilgrim home! Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, Source of my joys and of
your own. 4 That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at his feet! Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro' the full beamings of his grace! 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing! To fly as on a cherub's wing! Performing with unwearied hands, The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet with these prospects full in sight We'll wait thy signal for the flight: For, while thy service we pursue, We find a heaven in all we do.
Wisdom of redeeming Time.-DODDRIDGE.
Doversdale 208. Contrition 270. Timsbury 283.
GOD OD of eternity, from thee
Did infant time his being draw;
Moments, and days, and months, and years, Revolve by thine unvaried law.
2 Silent and slow they glide away! Steady and strong the current flows; Lost in eternity's wide sea-
The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men, Before the rapid streams are borne, On to that everlasting home,
Whence not a soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side Presents a gaudy flattering show, We gaze, in fond amazement lost, Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great Source of wisdom! teach my heart To know the price of every hour, That time may bear me on to joys, Beyond its measure and its power.
Missionary Encouragement; or, the Fields white to the Harvest.-C. WESLEY.
187. Mare Street 234. Foundling 245. Transport 403.
1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light, Triumphant with my Lord, and me,
Look on the fields and see them white, Already white to harvest see.
2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind, The sinners to their Saviour turn, Their hearts are all as one inclin'd, Their hearts are bow'd as waving corn. 3 The Reaper too receives his hire Fill'd with unutterable peace;
But further still his hopes aspire, And labour for eternal bliss. 4 The ripest fruit he gathers there, The fullness of his vast reward, Ordain'd the Sower's joy to share, And reign triumphant with his Lord.
God a Judge and a Saviour.— ANONYMOUS.
JUDGMENT. Admiration 235. Timsbury 283.
1 BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar,
Soon must assembled worlds appear, And every deed, and word, and thought, Shall into judgment then be brought. 2 Then all shall hear their righteous doom Of wrath, or endless joy to come; And each receive his just reward, Of bliss or vengeance, from the Lord. 3 Dear Lord, it was their highest joy, To save where sin did once destroy; While thund'ring vengeance rolls above, We trust in thy redeeming love. 4 Hail! God of unexampled grace!
All heav'n shall sound thine endless praise: High glories to the dying Lamb,
Who death by his own death o'ercame. Hallelujah!
Worthy the Lamb! Praise the Lord! Amen!
The last Day.-ANONYMOUS.
189. Old England 219. Angels' Hymn 60. Luther's 301.
METHINKS the last great day is come! Methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
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