2 Break, sacred morning! through the skies,
Bring that delightful, dreadful day;
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come,-
Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay!
3 Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heavenly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.
The end of all things is at hand. 1 Peter iv. 7.
HE Judge descends from worlds on high:
The earth and heavens before him fly!
Arise, my soul, and trembling stand;
'The end of all things is at hand!"
2 Awake, ye sleeping, Christless souls,
Before the judgment thunder rolls;
Before the trumpet's dreadful sound
Cleaves the wide heaven, and shakes the ground;
3 Before the vengeful lightnings fly,
To burn the globe, and melt the sky;
Before the great tremendous day,
Shall Christ in awful pomp display;
4 Before the summons from afar,
Calls men and devils to the bar;
Awake! this truth to understand,
"The end of all things is at hand!'
5 Ye Christless souls, be this your care;
Be sober, watchful, much in prayer;
Let every holy path be trod,
And thus prepare to meet your God.
Sinners warned of their danger.
M'Doom'd to eternal woe;
Y bowels yearn o'er dying men,
Fain would I speak-but all is vain,
If God does not speak too.
2 O sinners, lend a listening ear, Lest hell should be your doom; "Tis at your peril you forbear,
When in God's name we come.
3 Where, guilty mortals, will you fleeIf destitute of grace
When all the world the Judge must see, And stand before his face?
4 Might you but shun that dreadful sight, How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From his all-searching eye!
5 But all the hosts of hell must come,
And all mankind appear,
To hear their dread, eternal doom,
From his impartial bar.
6 Let not these warnings prove in vain ;
The solemn message hear;
Lest they should aggravate your pain,
When plung'd in keen despair!
514. L. M. Rippon's Selection.
Eternity, joyful and tremendous.
TERNITY is just at hand!
And shall I waste my ebbing sand,
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!
To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But, Oh! if Christ and heaven be mine,
How sweet the accents! how divine!
3 Be this my chief, my only care;
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer;
An interest in the Saviour's blood-
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.
4 But should my brightest hopes be vain!
The rising doubt, how sharp its pain!
My fears, O gracious God! remove;
Speak me an object of thy love.
5 Search, Lord! O search my inmost heart!
And light, and hope, and joy, impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.
FAMILY WORSHIP.
515. L. M. Daniel.
Morning Praise.
HIS morning let my praise arise,
To Him who all my need supplies;
To Him who watch'd me through the night,
And brought me to the morning light.
2 May I, this day, through grace, pursue
The work assign'd for me to do;
And when my work on earth is done,
May angels bear my spirit home.
you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteous-
ness arise.
AWAKE, my soul, to meet the day,
Unfold thy drowsy eyes!
Remove the pond'rous load away,
And rise to heavenly joys.
2 God's guardian shield was round me spread,
In my defenceless sleep;
Let Him have all my waking hours,
Who doth my slumbers keep.
3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth,
And arm my soul with grace;
As rising now I seal my vows,
To prosecute thy ways.
4 Bright Sun of righteousness, arise,
Thy radiant beams display,
And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul,
To everlasting day.
517. C. M. Altered.
Nearness to God prayed for.
LORD, in the morning I will send
My cries to meet thine ear;
Thou art my Father, and my Friend,-
My help for ever near.
2 O lead me, keep me all this day,
By thy sustaining grace;
Help me to watch, to watch and pray,
And live in love and peace.
3 Thus let my moments smoothly run,
My hours thus pass away,
Till evening shades, and setting suns,
Be lost in endless day.
Leaning on Jesus' bosom. John xiii. 23 THE busy scenes of day are clos'd, The evening shades invite to rest; Now let my soul remain compos'd, Reclining on my Saviour's breast.
2 Jesus! to thee an evening song,
My soul in gratitude would raise;
O could I mount and join that throng,
I'd vie with angels in thy praise.
3 With tears of joy I'd sing the God,
Who wept, and bled, and died for me;
Then hide beneath that precious blood
Which freely flow'd on Calvary.
4 There, shelter'd, would my soul remain, While weary limbs might seek repose; Nor from that fountain go again,
When morning should the light disclose.
5 And when, at last, nor sun nor moon,
Nor stars shall light the pilgrim's way;
May angel-bands convey me home,
To realms of everlasting day.
519. S. M. Walker's Collection. Retiring to rest; an emblem of death. HE day is past and gone,
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well, The night of death is near. 2 We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest;
So death will soon disrobe us all,
Of what we now possess.
Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears,
Beneath the pinions of thy love,
Till morning light appears:
And when we early rise,
And view th' unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.
And when our days are past,
And we from time remove;
O may we in thy bosom rest,-
The bosom of thy love.
520. L. M. Baltimore Collection.
Whether we live or die, we are the Lord's.
GLORY to thee, my God, this night,
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thy own Almighty wings.
2 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
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