2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode;

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

o 4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix,
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline,

Amidst those brighter skies.

g 6 There all the millions of his saints Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

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HYMN 230. 8s.

HOW

DODDRIDGE.

Consolation. [*]

Death Gain to a Believer.

blest is our friend-now bereft
Of all that could burden his mind!

How easy his soul-that has left
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see;
No longer in misery now
No longer a sinner like me.

2 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war with the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again.
No anger henceforward, nor shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanished away.
3 This languishing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immovable breast,
Is heaved by affliction no more

This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat-
It never shall flutter again.

4 The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Sealed up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep.
The fountains can yield no supplies;
These hollows from water are free;
The tears are all wiped from these eyes,
And evil they never shall see.

5 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe;
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death.
What now with my tears I bedew,
Oh, shall I not erelong become?
My spirit created anew-
My body consigned to the tomb!

WHITEFIELD.

HYMN 231. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]

UNVEI

A Funeral Hymn.

NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
e 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
"The morning break, and pierce the shade.
o 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word;
o Restore thy trust-a glorious form-
Called to ascend and meet the Lord.

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HYMN 232. C. M.

WATTS.

Sunday. [*]

The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 52-58.
HEN the last trumpet's awful voice

W This rending earth shall shake

When opening graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake;-

o 2 Those bodies, that corrupted fell,
Shall incorrupted rise;

And mortal forins shall spring to life,
Immortal in the skies.

-3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung,
Is now at last fulfilled-

o That Death should yield his ancient reign, And, vanquished, quit the field.

o 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, And thus begin to sing;

d "O Grave! where is thy triumph now? "And where, O Death! thy sting?

5 "Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt ""Twas this that armed thy dart;

"The law gave sin its strength, and force, "To pierce the sinner's heart.

6 "But God, whose name be ever blest! "Disarms that foe we dread;

"And makes us conquerors, when we die,
"Through Christ our living Head."

-7 (Then steadfast let us still remain,
Though dangers rise around;
And in the work prescribed by God,
Yet more and more abound:-

o 8 Assured, that though we labour now,
We labour not in vain;

But through the grace of heaven's great Lord,

The eternal crown shall gain.)

SCOTCH PAR.

HYMN 233. C. M. Arundel. [*]

WHE

The Last Tempest.

WHEN wild confusion wrecks the air,
And tempests rend the skies;

Whilst blended ruin, clouds and fire

In harsh disorder rise ;

o 2 Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand, And strike a tuneful song;

d My harp all trembling in my hand, And all inspired my tongue.

d 3 I'll shout aloud, " Ye thunders, roll, "And shake the sullen sky;

"Your sounding voice, from pole to pole, "In angry murmurs try.

4"Let the earth totter on her base,
"And clouds the heavens deform;
"Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
"And rush the final storm!
-5 Come quickly, blessed HOPE, appear
Bid thy swift chariot fly;

Let angels tell thy coming near,
And snatch me to the sky.

o 6 Around thy wheels, in the glad throng,

I'd bear a joyful part;

g All hallelujah on my tongue

All rapture in my heart.

BYLES.

HYMN 234. 8, 7, & 4. Littleton. [*] Christ coming to Judgment.

ILO, he comes-the King of glory!

With his chosen tribes to reign;

Countless hosts of saints and angels
Swell the mighty Conqueror's train;
Now in triumph,

Sin and death are captive led.

g 2 See the rocks and mountains rendingAll the nations filled with dread!

e Hark! the trump of God-proclaiming Through the mansions of the dead"Come to judgment

d

"Stand before the Son of Man!

-3 Now behold the dead awaking;
Great and small before him stand;
Not one soul forgot, or missing;
None his orders countermand:

a

All stand waiting—

For their last decisive doom!

-4 Hear the Chief among ten thousand Thus address his faithful few;

d" Come, ye blessed of my Father, "Heaven is prepared for you;

"I was hungry-I was thirsty-I was naked"And ye ministered to me."

e 5 But how awful is the sentence,
d "Go from me, ye cursed race-
"To that place of endless torment,
"Never more to see my face:

d

"I was hungry-I was thirsty-I was naked"Ye to me no mercy showed."

-6 Now awake, ye slumbering virgins,

Trim your lamps; the bridegroom's near;
Let your loins with truth be girded,
Signs proclaim, he'll soon appear :
Mark! the fig-tree,

Budding, shows the summer's near.

7 Jesus, save a trembling sinner, Though thy wrath o'er sinners roll; In this general wreck of nature,

Be the refuge of my soul:

Jesus, save me! Jesus, save me! when the lightBlaze around from pole to pole.

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HYMN 235. 8, 7, & 4. Helmsley. [b*]

The Day of Judgment.

:1D Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, e 1 AY of judgment, day of wonders!

d

e

Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound! g 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine!

d

в

-You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, "This GoD is mine."
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine!

o 3 At his call, the dead awaken,

P

Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee : Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

e 4 Horrors, past imagination,

Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, d" Hence, accursed wretch, depart!