2 Thoso hands that held the book to learn, Can hold it now no more! As they had oft before, 3 Those lips which sung the Saviour's praise, Here cannot sing again! Where death and darknese reign. 128. C. M. A Brother from our side, As young as we he died. And sat with us to learn : And never can return. Our days may fly as fast ; That this may be our last! To theo our souls apply, Oh! make us fit to die. JUDGMENT. 129. L. M. When all the tribes of dead shall rise, Be dragg'd before thy piercing eyes! 2 The wicked child, who often heard His pious teachers speak of thee, Shall not be able then to flee. To Him, who now the sinrer hears; And show no pity to his tears. 4 Great God! I tremble at the thought; And at try feet for mercy bend, 8's. And soon the reaping time will come, 2 Most awful truth! and is it so? Is every man the wheat or tare? For soon, &c. To grow with wheat, and be a tare, &c. But soon, 131. C. M. Behold him rais:d on high : Transgressors doom' to die. And by his power divine, Of Satan and of sin. 3 Thence shall the Lord to judgraent come, And with a sov'reign voice, While waking saints rejoice. Before the judge's faic! Sing his redeeming grace. 132. S. M. To us is drawing near; All present shall appear. When God himself demands The uses of such times as these, In judgment at our hands? 3 And must we then confess That all was spent in vain; But cannot be again? To regions of despair To mourn forever there. MISCELLANEOUS. 133. 8, 8, 7. Orphan's Hope. O thou, the helpless orphan's hope, To whom alone my eyes look up In each distressing day! Father, (Cor that's the swootest name That e'er those lips were taught to frame Instruct this hcart to pray. 2 Low in the dust my parents lie, But thino, to mark my wo; Remains to me below. 3 To heaven my earthly friends are gone, And thither are my comforts flown, But I continue here; Be thou my pattern, thou my guide: This friendless heart from sorrow hide, Reposing on thy care. Thou God Seest me. In vain my soul would try The notice of thine eye. My rising and my rest, The secrets of my breast. 3 O wondrous knowledgo, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide? Beset on ev'ry side. |