2 The time is short O world, thy fleeting pomp, Thy lying treasures, and thy foolish joy, Shall fade when the archangel sounds his trump, And heaven and earth dissolve and pass away. 3 The time is short, O sad and tearful soul, O child of God, a passing stranger here, Look up and watch while these swift moments roll, Soon, with thy God, thou shalt be freed from fear. 4 The time is short thy labor to complete,

Work on, O Christian, soon the day shall end; Fight, strive, nor yield to sloth's enchantments sweet, Thy Master comes, prepare to greet thy friend. Chants Chretiens. Tr. H., 1879

Again the day returns of holy rest,
Which, when He made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like His own, He bade our labors cease,
And all be piety, and all be peace.
Let us devote this consecrated day
To learn His will, and all we learn obey;
So shall He hear, when fervently we raise
Our choral harmony in hymns of praise.
Father in heaven! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide;
In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend;
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away,
Change and decay in all around I see;
Oh, thou who changest not, abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless:
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Reveal Thyself before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, the earth's vain shadows
[flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Henry Francis Lyte, ab. 1847.
1 Cs.

Num. vi. 24.

1458 The Lord bless thee and keep thee.
Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise,
With one accord, our parting hymn of praise;
We stand to bless thee, ere our worship cease,
Then, lowly kneeling, wait thy word of peace.
Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way;
With thee began, with thee shall end the day;
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts from shame,
That in this house have called upon thy name.
Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the coming night,
Turn thou for us its darkness into light;
From harm and danger keep thy children free,
For dark and light are both alike to thee.
Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly life,
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife;
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict cease,
Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace.

10s.

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, Oh, abide with me.

John Ellerton, 1870.

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still he is nigh, his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.

3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne,
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son;
The praises of Jesus the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the Lamb.
4 Then let us adore, and give Him his right,
All glory, and power, and wisdom, and might;
All honor and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never-ceasing for infinite love.
Charles Wesley, ab. 1744.

Psalm civ.1.

Thou art clothed with honor. 108, 11s.
1460
Oh, worship the King, all glorious above;
Oh, gratefully sing his power and his love;
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

The earth with its store of wonders untold,
Almighty, thy power hath founded of old,
Hath stablished it fast by a changless decree,
And round it hath cast, like a mantle, the sea.

Oh, tell of His might, oh, sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space;
His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path on the wings of the storm!

Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite,
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light,
It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain,
And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain.

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

Oh, measureless might! ineffable love!
While angels delight to hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise.
Robert Grant, 1859.

Psalm cxlix. 2.

Oh, praise ye the Lord with heart and with voice;
His mercies record, and round him rejoice.
Ye children of Zion, your Saviour adore!
And learn to rely on his grace evermore.
Repose on His arm, ye sheep of his fold,
What terror can harm, with him to uphold?
His saints are his treasure, their peace will he seek,
And pour without measure his gifts on the meek.
Go on in His might, ye men of the Lord,
His word be your light, his promise your sword;
The King of salvation your foes will subdue,
And their degradation bring glory to you.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.
Sing unto the Lord a new song. 10s, 118.

Psalm xcvi. 1.

1462
Prepare a new song, Jehovah to praise,
Amidst the full throng, his honors to raise.
O Israel, forever thy Maker adore,
Exult in thy Saviour, thy King evermore!
Encircling His throne with sacred delight,
Let Jesus alone your praises invite;
Your voices combining touch every sweet string,
In harmony joining, the Saviour to sing!
Ye saints of the Lord; as round Him ye stand,
His two-edged sword, his word in your hand,-
To sound his high praises your voices employ!
To victory he raises, and crowns you with joy.
In vengeance he comes; the nations draw near;
His throne he resumes; his judgments appear;
There kings shall adore him, nor princes rebel,
And sinners before him sink trembling to hell.
Then,raised from the dust, His church shall proclaim,
Thy judgments are just, and faithful thy name.
This honor forever his saints shall attend,
Let praise to the Saviour in triumph ascend!
William Goode, 1811.

Joseph Hart, 1762.

By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform;
With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

Though dark be my way, since He is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide;
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He has spoken shall surely prevail.

His love in time past forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review,
Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through.

Determined to save, He watched o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death;
And can He have taught me to trust in His name,
And thus far have brought me to put me to shame?
Why should I complain of want or distress,
Temptation or pain? He told me no less;
The heirs of salvation, I know from His word,
Through much tribulation must follow their Lord.
How bitter that cup no heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up, that sinners might live!
His way was much rougher and darker than mine;
Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine?

John Newton, 1779.

The coming of the Lord draweth nigh-10,11.

James v. 8.

1465
Ye servants of God, acknowledge him near,
Who bought you with blood, shall quickly appear,
'In love's latest season, ye sinners awake,
For Jesus has risen the kingdoms to shake.
Redemption is come, Jehovah descends,
His haters to doom, and honor his friends.
The world He is waking from sinful repose;
In battles of shaking He fights with his foes.

Fire, vapor and storm accomplish his word,
And earthquakes perform the charge of their Lord;
The pride of the nations He terribly spurns,
Earth's steadfast foundations and cities o'erturns.
But Jesus' throne immovable stands,
The elements own Almighty commands;
The ruin of nature doth awfully bring
Her second Creator, her absolute King.

Come, Saviour, arrayed with glory and power,
The world thou hast made destroy and restore;
That all the new heaven and earth may proclaim,
"The kingdom is given to Jesus the Lamb."
Charles Wesley, ab. 1744.

1466-1468

Though troubles assail and dangers affright,
Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite,
Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
The Scripture assures us the Lord will provide.
The birds without barn or storehouse are fed,
From them let us learn to trust for our bread;
His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied,
So long as it's written the Lord will provide.
We may, like the ships, by tempests be tossed,
On perilous deeps, but cannot be lost;
Though Satan enrages the wind and the tide,
The promise engages the Lord will provide.
His call we obey, like Abraham of old,
Not knowing the way, but faith makes us bold:
For though we are strangers, we have a good Guide,
And trust in all dangers the Lord will provide.
When Satan appears to stop up the path,
And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith;
He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried,
This heart-cheering promise, the Lord will provide.
He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain,
The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain;
But when such suggestions our spirits have plied,
This answers all questions, the Lord will provide.
No strength of our own or goodness we claim;
Yet since we have known the Saviour's great name;
In this our strong Tower for safety we hide,-
The Lord is our power, the Lord will provide.
When time sinks apace, and land heaves in view,
This word of his grace shall guide us safe through;
Not fearing, nor doubting, with Christ on our side,
We hope to rise shouting, the Lord will provide.
John Newton, 1779.

Oh, all that pass by, to Jesus draw near;

He utters a cry, ye sinners give ear!

From hell to retrieve you, He spreads out his hands
Now, now to receive you, he graciously stands.

If any man thirst, and happy would be,
The vilest and worst may come unto Me;
May drink of my Spirit-excepted is none-
Lay claim to my merit, and take for his own.
Whoever receives the life-giving Word,
In Jesus believes, his God and his Lord,
In him a pure river of life shall arise,
Shall, in the believer, spring up to the skies.
My God and my Lord! Thy call I obey;
My soul on thy word of promise I stay:
Thy kind invitation I gladly embrace,
Athirst for salvation, salvation by grace.

1468

Wesley, ab. 1741.

Oh, praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice
His praise in the great assembly to sing:
In our great Creator let Israel rejoice,
And children of Zion be glad in their King.
Let all who adore Jehovah, our Lord,
With heart and with tongue his praises express:
Who always takes pleasure his saints to reward,
And with his salvation the humble to bless.

With glory adorned his people shall sing
To God, who their heads with safety doth shield,
Such honor and triumph his favor doth bring:
Oh, therefore, forever all praise to him yield.
Tate and Brady, ab. 1696.
Begone Unbelief. p. 508.

Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear;
By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform;
With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.

Though dark be my way, since He is my guide,
'Tis mine to obey, 'tis His to provide;
Though cisterns be broken, and creatures all fail,
The word He has spoken shall surely prevail.

His love in time past forbids me to think
He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink;
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review,
Confirms His good pleasure to help me quite through.

Determined to save, He watched o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with death;
And can He have taught me to trust in His name,
And thus far have brought me to put me to shame?
Why should I complain of want or distress,
Temptation or pain? He told me no less;
The heirs of salvation, I know from His word,
Through much tribulation must follow their Lord.
How bitter that cup no heart can conceive,
Which he drank quite up, that sinners might live!
His way was much rougher and darker than mine;
Did Christ, my Lord, suffer, and shall I repine?

Since all that I meet shall work for my good,
The bitter is sweet, the med'cine is food;
Though painful at present t'will cease before long,
And then, oh how pleasant the conqueror's song!
John Newton, 1779.

James v. 8.

1465 The coming of the Lord draweth nigh-10,11.
Ye servants of God, acknowledge him near,
Who bought you with blood, shall quickly appear,
In love's latest season, ye sinners awake,
For Jesus has risen the kingdoms to shake.
Redemption is come, Jehovah descends,
His haters to doom, and honor his friends.
The world He is waking from sinful repose;
In battles of shaking He fights with his foes.

Fire, vapor and storm accomplish his word,
And earthquakes perform the charge of their Lord;
The pride of the nations He terribly spurns,
Earth's steadfast foundations and cities o'erturns.
But Jesus' throne immovable stands,
The elements own Almighty commands;
The ruin of nature doth awfully bring
Her second Creator, her absolute King.

Come, Saviour, arrayed with glory and power,
The world thou hast made destroy and restore;
That all the new heaven and earth may proclaim,
"The kingdom is given to Jesus the Lamb."
Charles Wesley, ab. 1744.