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5 Nothing is worth a thought beneach,
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 whenfo'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace!.


Hou Judge of quick and dead,

Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,

We all ihall soon appear :
Our caution'd souls 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 folemo midnight cry:

“ Ye Dead, the Judge is come,
6 Arise and meet him in the sky,
" And meet your instant doom!"



O may we thu's be found

Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet's found,

And looking for our Lörd!
O may we thus ensure

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

An everlasting reft?,


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HYMN XIII. He comes! he comes! the Judge severe, The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His light’nings flash, bis thunders roll;

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

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

And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending 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 sky,

And all the faints of the Mol High;
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.

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Lo! he comes with clouds descending,

Once for favour'd sinners sain !
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell che triumph of his train.

God appears with man to reign.

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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 theo

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

Jah! Jehovah !
Everlasting God come down.

1 Blow ye the trampet, blow

The gladly folemn found :
Let all the nation& know
To earth's remoteft bound,

The year of jubilee is comc;

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

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

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd linners, 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 blest 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-irumpet 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 furrounds?
Arrn to battle, lag no longer,

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

Sin besets you round about,
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 unfurld!
That base heart, the Truth hath said it,

Loves not God that loves the world.


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 Shame 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 backsliding, scorn dissembling,

Lo! salvation's near in view !
Work it out with fear and trembling,

'Tis your God that works in you.


Trov 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 seas I ftand

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

Or Muts me up in hell.
3 O 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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