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There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :
5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

HYMN 188.

(CM) Job. xiv. 1, 2. 5,

6. 1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo,

O man, of woman born!
Thy doom is written: “ Dust thou art,

" To dust thou shalt return." 2 Behold the emblem of thy state

In flow'rs that bloom and die, Or in the shadow's fleeting form

That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly

Successive o'er thy head;
The number'd hour is on the wing,

That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,

The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.
HYMN 189.

(C. M.) I HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;

Mine ears attend the cry; “ Ye living men, come view the ground

“ Where you must shortly lie. 2“ Princes, this clay must be your bed,

“ In spite of all your tow'rs; « The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head

" Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace

To raise our souls to thee,
That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity

HYMN 190.

Job xiv. 11–14. 1 THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again:
2 So days, and years, and time,

Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave,

Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb. 4 O may I find, in death,

A hiding-place with God,
Secure from wo and sin; till call'd

To share his bless'd abode! 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,

Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run,

And death shall bring relief.

HYMN 191.
1 VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, ( quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,

Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!

o death, where is thy sting!

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(C. M.)

HYMN 192. 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O’erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face;

Oh! how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought;
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!
4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament,
That faith in Christ's atoning blood

Shall endless wo prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died

To make that pardon sure.

(S. M.)

HYMN 193. 1 AND will the Judge descend ?

And must the dead arise ? And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes ?
2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the num'rous guilty throng

Spread black despair around ? 3 “ Depart from me, accurs'd,

66 To everlasting flame, “ For rebel angels first prepard,

" Where mercy never came.” 4 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day :
When earth and heav'n before his face

Astonish'd shrink away? 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,

What joyful tidings spread!

(IL 7)

6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,

And find salvation there.
7 So shall that curse remove,

By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.

HYMN 194.
1 GREAT God, what do I sec and hear!

The end of tnings created !
The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated :
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;

Prepare, my soul, to meet him,
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise

At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,

With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him,
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,

Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears

And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,

All unprepard to meet him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created !
The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated :
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

HYMN 195.

St. Luke xiii, 24–27.
I SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,

Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,

When too late to offer pray'r.
2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,

And for ever bar the skies :

(IIL L.)

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HYMN 196. I OH! where shall rest be found !

Rest for the weary soul: "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,

Or pierce io either pole. 2 The world can never give

Tho 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, Urmeasur'd ly 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 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be driven from thy face,

For evermore undone.

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2 Corinthians iv. 18. 1 HOW long shall earth's alluring toys

Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immurtal joys,

And strangers to the skies!
2 These transient scenes will soon decay,

They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

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