6 1 Shew me the way to shun So fhall I spend my life's fhort day So fhall I love my God, Because he first lov'd me; And praise thee in thy bright abode, HYMN XI. AND am I only born to die? And must I fuddenly comply 2 How then ought I on earth to live, 3 No room for mirth or trifling there, If now the Judge is at the door, 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy; But, oh! when both shall end, Where fhall I find my deftin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels fpend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, How make my own election fure, A 6 Jefus, vouchfafe a pitying ray, Ah! write the pardon on my heart! THOU HYMN XII. HOU Judge of quick and dead, With holy joy or guilty dread, 2 To pray and wait the hour, 3 When rob'd in majesty and pow'r, To judge the human race, With all thy Father's dazzling train, With all thy glorious grace. For ever let the archangel's voice B I O may we thus be found HYMN XIII. HE comes! he comes! the Judge fevere, The feventh trumpet (peaks him near; His light'nings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful foul? 2 From heav'n angelic voices found, See the almighty Jefus crown'd! Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Defcending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout all the people of the fky, And all the faints of the Most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever and for ever reigns. Lo! HYMN XIV. 3 ! he comes with clouds defcending, Once for favour'd finners flain! Thousand, thousand faints attending, God appears with man to reign. 2 Ev'ry eye fhall now behold him Those who fet at nought and fold him, Shall the true Meffiah fee. 3 The dear tokens of his paffion, Gaze we on thofe glorious fcars. BLOW HYMN XV. Low ye the trumpet, blow To earth's remoteft bound, 2 Jefus, our great High Priest,- Ye weary fpirits reft; Ye mournful fouls be glad : The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb! Throughout the world proclaim: 4 Ye flaves of fin and hell, The year of jubilee is come; 5 Ye, who have fold for nought Shall have it back unbought, The year of jubilee is come; 6 The gofpel-trumpet hear, The news of heav'nly grace; i LUKEY HYMN XVI. UKEWARM fouls, the foe grows ftronger, See the hoft your camp furrounds? Arm to battle, lag no longer, Hark! the filver trumpet founds! Wake, ye fleepers! wake, what mean you? Up and fearch, the world's within you, 2 What inchants you, floth or pleasure ? Pluck right-eyes, with right-hands part, Afk your confcience 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 faid it, Loves not God that loves the world. |