Hymn 305. L. M. And shall eat your flesh as it were fire. James v. 3. vain the wealthy mortals join, Ivan en wear shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the bumble poor, Their pained hearts and aching heads; To the pale lump of lifeless clay. Hymn 306. P. M. Praise our God all ye his servants. Rev.xix. 5. 1 'L'Saints and angels join'd in one; IFT your eyes of faith and see What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne! 2 Saints, begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong, -God the glorious Saviour praise; He who reigns enthron'd on high, 3 Angel-powers the throne surround, 4 Be it so, they all reply; Him let all our orders praise: Hymn 307. C. M. That ye sorrow not, even as others who have no hope. 1 Thess. iv. 13. do WHY we mourn for dying friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus scnds, 2 Are we not tending upward too, As fast as time can move? Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey There once the flesh of Jesus lay, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Hymn 308. P. M. Therefore, are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night. Rev. vii. 15. 1 WHAT are these array'd in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun! Foremost of the sons of light, Nearest the eternal throne? 2 Out of great distress they came, Wash'd their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb, Blood that wasbes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne, Serve their Maker day and night; God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last, Here they find their trials o'er; 4 He that on the throne doth reign, To the living fountains lead: He shall all their sorrows chase, All their wants at once remove, Wipe the tears from ev'ry face, Fill up every soul with love." Hymn 309. C. M. And they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image. Rev. xiv. 11.' 1 Y thoughts on awful subjects roll, ΜΥ Damnation and the dead: What horrors seize a guilty soul 2 Ling'ring upon these mortal shores, 3 Then swift and dreadful she descends, 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie, 5 Not all their anguish and their blood Nor the compassion of a God Hymn 310. L. M. He gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded up the ghost. Gen. xlix. 33. SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, soon shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this mortal breath, Expect with joy thy face to see : 30 that without a ling'ring groan, may thy welcome word receive! |