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5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death,

That never, never dies ! . . How make my own election sure,'', And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies!. 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, Be thou my guide, be thou my way

To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart! .
And whenso’er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace!.

HYMN XII.
D. Thou Judge of quick and dead,

Before whofe bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,.

We all shall soon appear :
Our caution'd fouls prepare

For that tremendous day,
And fill us now. with watchful care,

And stir us up to pray.
To pray and wait the hour,

That awful hour unknown,
When rob'd in majesty and pow'r,

Thou shalt from heav'n come down;
Th' immortal Son of Man,

To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,

With all thy glorious grace. 3 To damp our earthly joys,

T'increase our gracious fears,
For ever let the archangel's voice

Be founding in our ears
The solemn midnight cry:

“ Ye Dead, the Judge is come, " Arise and meet him in the sky,

" And meet your instant doom !"..

O may we thus be found

Obedient to his word, Attentive to the trumpet's found, w And looking for our Lörd!'

O may we thus ensure

A lot among the blest,
And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting reft?

HYMN XIII,
I He comes! he comes ! the Judge revere,

The seventh trumpet (peaks him near;
His light’nings Aain, bis thunders roll;

How welcome to the faithful soul? 2 From heav'n angelic voices sound,

See the almighty Jesus crown'd! ,
Girt with omnipotence and grace,

And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his azure throne, .

He claims the kingdoms for his own;a". The kingdoms all obey his word,

And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4. Shout all the people of the sky,

And all the saints of the Mol High;
Our Lord, who now his right obrains,
For ever and for ever seigns:

HYMN XIV. i LO! he comes with clouds descending, · Once for favour'd finners lain!” Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train.

Hallelujah!
God appears with man to reign.

2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him

Rob'd in dreadful majesty;
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,

Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Meffiah sec. 3 The dear tokens of his passion, :

Still his dazzling body bears; Cause of endlefs, exultation

To his ransom'd worshippers : . With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars. 4 Yea! Amen! let all adore thes

High on thine cternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for thine own;

į Jah! Jehovah ! Everlasting God come down.

. HYMN. XV;
i Brow ye the trampet, blow room

The gladly solemn found: ied
Let all the nations know fr..
To earth’s remoteft bound,.. .;

The year of jubilce is comc;

Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made i
Ye weary spirits rest;
Yé mournful souls be glad :

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb!
Redemption in his blood,,
Throughout the world proclaim :

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.

4. Ye Naves of fin and hell,

Your liberty receive,''
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And bleft in Jesus live.

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. 5 Ye, who have sold for nought

Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, . The gift of Jesu's love.

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. 6 The gospel-trumpet hear,

The news of heav'nly grace;
And, fav'd from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face !

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.

HYMN XVI. i LUKEWARM fouls, the foe grows stronger,

See the host your camp surrounds ? : Arrn to battle, lag no longer,

Hark! the Gilver trumpet sounds! Wake, ye Neepers ! wake, what mean you !

Sin besets you round about, com Up and search, the world's within you, .

Slay, or chase the traitor out. 2 What inchants you, noth or pleasure ?

Pluck right-eyes, with right-hands part, Ask your conscience where's your treasure,

For be certain there's your heart:
Give the fawning foe no credit, !

See the bloody flag's unfurl'd!
That base heart, the Truth hath said it,

Loves not God that loves the world.

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3 God and Mammon? Oh! be wiser!

Serve them both? it cannot be; Ease in warfare, faint and miser,

These, can never well agree. Shun the Thame of barely falling,

Cumber'd captives, clogg'd with clay, Prove your faith, make sure your calling,

Wield the sword, and win the day, 4 Onward press toward perfection,

Watch and pray, and all things prove; Now make sure your own election, ..

Taste the riches of his love: Shun backfliding, scorn diffembling, ..

Lo! salvation's near in view ! Work it out with fear and tremblings 'Tis your God that works in you.

HYMN XVII.
I Thou God of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myself to thee,

A worm of earth, I cry;?
A half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,

A finner born to die ! .
2 Lo! on a narrow reck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded feas I stand

Şecure, insensible;
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heav'nly place,

Or Nuts me up in hell.
30 God, mine inmost soul convert, ;
And deeply on my thoughtful heart'

Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their folemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to right'ousness.

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