5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears From ev'ry weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, " And death itself shall die." -6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this bright hour delay? u Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. HYMN 22, 23. Referred to the 125th Psalm. HYMN 24. L. M. Bath. [b] The rich Sinner dying. Ps. xlix, 6, 9; Ec. viii, 8; Job iii, 14, 15 N vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining dust in vain; 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave, HYMN 25. L. M. Oporto. [*] 。 1 ALL mortal vanities, be gone! Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears e Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears! 2 [Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom, and his power. e 3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him who sits upon the throne ; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees, and things unknown.] -4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb; And, in new songs of gospel sound, Address their honours to his name. 5 The joy, the shout, the harmony— o Flies o'er the everlasting hills; o 'Worthy art Thou alone,' they cry, 'To read the book, to loose the seals.' o 6 Our voices join the heavenly strain; And with transporting pleasure sing, u Worthy the Lamb, that once was slain, To be our Teacher and our King! -7 [His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels-deep designs: His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines:-] o 8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell, With thine invaluable blood; And wretches, who did once rebel, HYMN 26. C. M. St. Martin's. Bedford. [* Hope of Heaven, by Christ. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4, 5. BH 1 D LESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd. e 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, o He gave our souls a lively hope, That they should never die. 3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust; o Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his foll'wers must. o 4 There's an inheritance divine, And cannot waste away. g 5 Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come : e We walk by faith, as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home. 1 HYMN 27. C. M. St. Paul's. [*] D Why do my minutes move so slow, o 2 With heavenly weapons, I have fought Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,- -3 God has laid up in heaven, for me, e The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head. -4 Nor has the King of grace decreed But all who love, and long to see o 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe, And to his heavenly kingdom take g 6 God is my everlasting aid, HYMN 28. C. M. Colchester. Arundel. [*] 1 WHAT mighty man, or mighty God. Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate! 2 The glory of his robes proclaim, 'Tis some victorious king: "Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One, 'Who your salvation bring. 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire, Why thine apparel red? And all thy vesture stain'd like those, 4 'I by myself have trod the press, 'My wrath has struck the rebels dead, My fury stamp'd them down. 6 5 Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes, With joyful, scarlet stains; 'The triumph that my raiment wears, 6 Sprung from their bleeding veins. 6 Thus shall the nations be destroy'd, "That dare insult my saints; 'I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, 'An ear for their complaints.'] 1 [' HYMN 29. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] The Ruin of Antichrist. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. LIFT my banner,' saith the Lord, 'The city of my gospel foes 'Shall be a field of blood. 2 'My heart has studied just revenge, 3 Quite weary has my patience grown, 'And bids my fury go: 'Swift as the lightning it shall move, 'And be as fatal too. 4 'I call for helpers, but in vain : Then has my gospel none? "Well, mine own arm has might enough, 'To crush my foes alone. 5 Slaughter, and my devouring sword, 'Shall walk the streets around; 'Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, 'And stagger to the ground.' 6 Thy honours, O victorious King! 1 HYMN 30. L. M. Blendon. [b*] Prayer for Deliverance heard. Isa. xxvi, 8—20. N thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls' desire is to thy name, And the remembrance of thy face. e 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies, Before the dawn restores the light. o 3 Look how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; e But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod. d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky; A mighty voice before him goes: b A voice of music to his friends: u But threat'ning thunder to his foes. e 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms; 'Hide in the chambers of my grace, o Till the fierce storms be overblown, 'And my revenging fury cease.' 6 d 6 ['My sword shall boast its thousands slain, HYMN 32. C. M. Tunbridge. [*] e 1 [WHENCE do our mournful thoughts And where's our courage fled? [arise! Has restless sin, and raging hell, Struck all our comforts dead? 2 Have we forgot th' Almighty Name That form'd the earth and sea? And can an all-creating arm Grow weary, or decay? |