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Oh! may this truth, impressed
With awful power,-"I too must die!"
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour,—
To-morrow death may come.

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Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

5 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power:

This only can prepare the heart,
For death's surprising hour.

HYMN 651, C. M.

Death and the Resurrection.

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We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains, in solitude,
Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,
The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;

For, o'er life's wreck, that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too,-this little dust,-
Our Father's care shall keep,

Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.

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And the long-silent dust shall burst,
With shouts of endless praise.

DEA

HYMN 652, C. M.

Death dreadful, or delightful.
EATII!-'t is a melancholy day,
To those who have no God,—
When the poor soul is forced away,
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain, to heaven she lifts her eyes;-
But guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of woe!
Let stubborn sinners fear;

Why will ye sink to flames below,
And dwell for ever there?

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face!

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And thou, my soul! look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.

HYMN 653, C. M.

Death and Judgment appointed to all.

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EAVEN has confirmed the dread decree,
That Adam's race must die;

One general ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men! the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;

Hark! how the awful summons sounds,
In every funeral knell!

3 Once you must die-and once for all,-
The solemn purport weigh;

For know, that heaven and hell are hung
On that important day.

4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see;

And every word, and every thought,
Must pass his scrutiny.

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My Saviour and my Friend;
And, far above the reach of death,
With all thy saints ascend.

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HYMN 654, 7s.

Christ coming to save his People.
ARK-that shout of rapturous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes-and, through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad through sea and land :
Let his people now rejoice,

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view;
Heaven and earth before him fly;
Rise, ye saints! he comes for you,—
Rise, to meet him in the sky.

4 Go and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love,
Ever blessing, ever blest.

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HYMN 655, C. M.

God, the awful Judge.

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Let death and hell, through all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.

3 Think, O my soul! the dreadful day,
When this incensed God

Shall rend the sky and burn the sea,
And send his wrath abroad.

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He once defied the Lord;
But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.

5 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm,

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And beat upon his naked soul,
In one eternal storm.

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HYMN 656, 8s, 7s and 4.

Christ coming to Judgment.

O! he comes, in clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of his train: Hallelujah

Jesus shall for ever reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought, and sold him,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,—

Shall the great Messiah see.

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Heaven, and earth shall flee away; All who hate him, must, confounded, Hear the trump proclaim the day; Come to judgment !

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4 Now the Saviour, long-expected,
See, in solemn pomp, appear!
All his saints, by man rejected,
Now shall meet him in the air:
Hallelujah!-

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See the day of God appear.

HYMN 657, 85, 7s and 4.

The Judgment welcomed.

O! he cometh,-countless trumpets Wake to life the slumbering dead : Mid ten thousand saints and angels, See their great exalted Head: Hallelujah!

Welcome, welcome, Son of God!

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Saints behold the Judge appear:
Truth and justice go before him
Now the joyful sentence hear;
Hallelujah!-

Welcome, welcome, Judge divine!

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Enter into life and joy;

Banish all your fears and sorrows;
Endless praise be your employ :"
Hallelujah!-

Welcome, welcome to the skies.

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HYMN 658, C. M.

Everlasting Absence of God intolerable.
HAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,-
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys!
Thou Sovereign of my heart!
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound-Depart!

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And fix my doleful station, where
I must not taste his love!

4 Jesus! I throw my arms around,
And hang upon thy breast;

Without one gracious smile from thee,
My spirit cannot rest.

5 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;

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Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

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HYMN 659, C. M.

The Judgment anticipated.

HEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

Oh! how shall I appear?