Shall be caught up to the skies,
And see our Lord again,
We shall meet him in the air,

All caught up to heav'n shall be;
Find, and love, and praise him there
To all eternity.

3 Who can tell the happiness This glorious hope affords?

1

Joy anutter'd we possess

In these reviving words:
Happy, while on earth we breathe,
Mightier bliss ordain'd to know!
Trampling down sin, hell, and death,
To the third heaven we go!

Hymn 322. C. M.

The heavens being on fire shall be dissolved. 2 Peter iii. 12.

B

OY faith we find that place above,
The Rock that rent in twain,
Beneath the shade of dying love,
And in the cleft remain.

2 Jesus to thy blest arms we flee:
We in thy love confide!

Assur'd that all who trust in thee
Shall evermore abide.

3 Then let the thund'ring trumpet sound,
The fiercest lightnings glare;

The mountains melt, the solid ground
Dissolve as liquid air.

4 The huge celestial bodies roll,.
Amidst the gen'ral fire;

And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And in the smoke expire.

Hymn 323. P. M.

Fear not little flock; for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke xii. 32.

1

"OW happy are the little Bock,

HOW

Who safe beneath their guardian Rock,
In all commotions rest!

When wars and tumult's waves run high,
Unmov'd above the storm they lie;
They lodge in Jesu's breast.

2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gather'd unto thee

Before the floods descend:

And while the bursting cloud comes down, We mark the vengeful day begun,

And calmly wait the end.

3 The plague, and death, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise:

Earth's basis shook confirms our hope,
Its cities fall, but lifts us up

To meet thee in the skies.

4 Thy tokens we with joy confess; The war proclaims the Prince of peace: The earthquake speaks thy power:

The famine all thy fulness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

5 Whatever ills the world befall,

A pledge of endless good we call;
A sign of Jesus mar;

His chariot will not long delay:

We hear the rambling wheels, and pray,
"Triumphant Lord appear?"

6 Appear with clouds on Zion's bill,
Thy word and myst'ry to fulfil,

Thy confessors t' approve:

Thy members on thy throne to place,
And stamp thy name ou every face,
In glorious heavenly love!

Hymn 324. C. M.

But thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail. Heb. i. 12.

1

Ywhen nature is destroy'd,

ET still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,

And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.

2 Sublimé upon his azure throne,
He speaks th' almighty word;
His fat is obey'd! 'tis done,
And paradise restor’d.

3 So be it, let the system end;
This ruinous earth and skies!
The new Jerusalem descend,
The new creation rise!

4 Thy power omnipotent assume!
Thy brightest majesty!

And when thou dost in glory come,
My Lord, remember me!

Hymn 325. L. M.

The sinners in Zion are afraid. Isa. xxxiii. 14. THE Lord, the Judge, the Church he

warns:

Let fallen saints tremble and fear,

Who place their hopes in rights and forms, But make not faith and love their care. 2 Vile wretches dare rehearse his name With lips of falsehood and deceit ; A friend or brother they defame, And soothe and flatter those they hate. 3 They watch to do their neighbours wrong; Yet dare to seek their Maker's face: They take his cov'nant on their tongue, But break his laws, abuse his grace.

4 To heaven they lift their hands unclean; Defil'd with lust, defil'd with blood; By night they practise every sin;

By day their mouths draw nigh to God. · 5 And while his judgments long delay, They grow secure, and sin the more: They think he sleeps as well as they, And put far off the dreadful hour.

6. O dreadful hour! when God draws near,
And sets their crimes before their eyes!
His wrath their guilty souls shall tear,
And no deliv'rer dare to rise.

Hymn 326. S. M.

For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God. 1 Thess. iv. 16.

1

BEHOLD! with awful pomp,

The Judge prepares to come!

Th' archangel sounds the dreadful trump,
And wakes the general doom!

2 Nature in wild amaze,

Her dissolution mourns;
Blushes of blood the moon deface;
The sun to darkness turns.

3 The living look with dread;
The frighted dead arise;
Start from the monumental bed,
And lift their ghastly eyes.

4 Horrors all hearts appal,

They quake, they shriek, they cry;
Bid rocks and mountains on them fall;
But rocks and mountains fly.

5 Ye wilful wanton fools,

Let dangers make you wise!
Carnal professors, careless souls;
Unclose your sleeping eyes.

6 'Tis time we all awake;

The dreadful day draws near: