5 Great God! on what a flender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal ftates of all the dead b
Upon life's feeble ftrings.
6 Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attend on ev'ry: breath
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death..
7 Waken, O LORD, our drowfy fenfe,
To walk this dangʼrous road :
And if our fouls are hurry'd hence
May they be found with God,"
HYMN 346...
DEATH AND GLORY.
MY foul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it ftands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
2 And you, mine eyes, look down and view The hollow gaping tomb;
This gloomy prifon waits for you,☆
Whene'er the fummons come.
3 O could we die with thofe that die,
And place us in their ftead;
Then would our fpirits learn to fly,
And converfe with the dead.
4 Then fhou'd we fee the faints above-
In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why our fouls fhou'd love
To dwell with mortal worms.
5 How fhould we fcorn these clothes of flesh,
These fetters, and this load
And. long for ev'ning to undress,
That we may reft with God..
6 We fhou'd almost forsake our clay,
Before the fummons come,
And pray, and wifh our fouls away
To their eternal home.
N a world of fin and sorrow,
Compafs'd round with many a care,
From eternity we borrow
Hope, that can exclude despair: Thee, triumphant GOD and SAVIOUR! In the glafs of faith we fee;
affift each faint endeavour;
Raife our earth-born fouls to thee..
2 Place that awful scene before us,
Of the laft tremendous day;
When to life. thou shalt reftore us,,
Ling'ring ages,, hafte away!
Then this vile and finful nature
Incorruption fhall put on;
Life renewing, glorious Saviour!
Let thy gracious will be done.
ON THE DEATH OF A BELIEVER,
I 'Tis finish'd, 'tis done!
The spirit is fled,
The pris'ner is gone,
The chriftian is dead:
The christian is living
Thro' JESUS his love,
And gladly receiving
A kingdom above.
2 All honour and praise
Is JESUS's due;
Supported by grace,
He fought his way thro'
Triumphantly glorious,
Thro' JESUS's zeal,
And more than victorious
O'er fin, death and hell.
Then let us record
The conquering name,
Our Captain and LORD
With fhoutings proclaim:
Who truft in his paffion,
And follow our Head,
To certain falvation
We all fhall be led.
4 O JESUS, lead on
Thy militant care,
And give us the crown
Of righteoufnefs there:
Where dazzled with glory
The feraphim gaze,
Or proftrate adore thee
In filence of praise.
5 Come, LORD, and display
Thy fign in the sky,
And bear us away
To manfions on high:
The kingdom be giv'n,
The purchase divine,
And crown us in heav'n
Eternally thine.
THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST.
H
E comes! he comes the Judge fevere,
The seventh trumpet speaks him near;
His lightnings flaib, his thunders roll,
He's welcome to the faithful foul;,
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
Welcome to the faithful foul.
2 From heav'n angelic voices found,
See th' almighty JESUS crown'd!
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Defcending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms as his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant LORD;
Hail him, hail him, hail him, hail him,
Hail him their triumphant LORD.
4 Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the faints of the moft High:
Our God, who now his right obtains,
For ever, and for ever reigns,
Ever, ever, ever, ever,
Ever, and for ever reigns.
5 The Father praise, the Son adore,
The Spirit blefs for evermore:
Salvation's glorious work is done,
We welcome the great Three in One;
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
Welcome the great Three in One.
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