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4 The huge celestial bodies roll, sirengiasi

Amidst the geu'ral fire;
And sbrivel as a parchment scroll,

And in the smoke expire.

Hyın 323. P. M.

Fear not little flock; for it is your Father's

good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke xii. 32. TOW happy are the little lock,

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, bave 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 dip 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.
Thy tokens we with joy copfess;
The war proclaims the Prince of peace :

The earthquake speaks the power :

The famine all thy fulness brings;
The plague presents thy healing wingung

And nature's Gual hour.
5 Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call;

A sign of Jesus war ;
His chariot will not long delay :
We hrar the raubling wheels, and pray,

“ Triumphant Lord appear?"
6 Appear with clouds ou Zion's bill,
Thy word and nyst'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

foil. Heb. i. 12. ET still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,

Yhei Watare is destroy'd,

And no created thing remains

Throughoui the Haming void. 2 Sublime upon his azure throne,

He speaks th'aluighty word; His fiat is obey'd!! 'tis done,

And paradise restor'd. 3 So be it, yet the system end;

This roinous earth and skies! The new Jerusalem descend,

The new creation rise!

4 Thy power omnipotent assume !

Thy brightest majesty!
Aud when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me!

warns :

Hymn 325. L. M. The sinners in Zion are afraid. Isa. xxxiii. 14. THE THE Lord, the Judge, the Church he

, 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;

Defild with lust, defild with blood;
By night they practise every sin;

By day their mouths draw nigb to God. 5 And while his judgments long delay,

They grow secure, and sin tbe more:
They think he sleeps as well as they,

And put far off the dreadful hour.

6.0 dreadföl 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

*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 gbastly 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 dear :

Sianers, your proud presumption check,

And stop your wild career. 7 Now is th' accepted time;

To Christ for mercy ily:
O turi, repent and, trust in him,

shall never die.
8 Great God, in whom we live,

Prepare us for that day ;
Help us in Jesus to believe,

To watch, and wait, avid pray.


Hymn 327. P. M. As strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly

lusts, which war against the soul. 1 Pet ü II. *How happy is the pilgrim's lot,

How fre from every auxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Coafn'd to neither court nor cell, His son disdains on earth to dwell;

He only sojourps here.
2 This happiness in part is mine,
Already sav'd from low design,

From every creature love!
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightro'd of its load,

Aud seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue,
A happiness beyond the view,

Of those that basely pant

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