547 s. M. Gosport 53. Henley 38. Wigan 380.
Divine Mercies in constant Succession, Lam. III. 22, 23.
HOW various and how new
Are thy compassions, LORD!
Each morning shall thy mercies shew,
Each night thy truth record.
Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawn'd on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes;
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.
4 But pleasure more refin'd
Awaited that bless'd day,
When light arose upon our mind,
And chas'd our sins away:
How new thy mercies, then!
How sovereign, and how free!
Our souls that had been dead in sin
Were made alive to thee.
Now we expect a day
Still brighter far than this,
When death shall bear our souls away
To realms of light and bliss.
7 There rapt'rous scenes of joy
Shall burst upon our sight;
And every pain, and tear, and sigh,
Be drown'd in endless light.
Beneath thy balmy wing,
O Sun of Righteousness!
Our happy souls shall sit and sing
The wonders of thy grace.
Nor shall that radiant day,
So joyfully begun,
In evening shadows die away. Ta
Beneath the setting sun.
10 How various and how new
Are thy compassions, LORD!
Eternity thy love shall shew,
And all thy truth record. DR.S, STENNETT.
548 L. M. Wareham 117. Horsley 205, Eternity joyful and tremendous.
1 ETERNITY 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 heav'n and thee.
8. 8. 6. Chatham 59.
A Prayer for Seriousness in Prospect of Eternity.
1 THOU GOD of glorious majesty!
To thee, against myself,-to thee,
A sinful worm, I cry,
An half awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die,
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of landet «!T 2 "Twixt two unbounded seas I stand;
Yet how insensibled; and to aged bu^.
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heavenly place, s. C
Or-shuts me up in hell!
3 0 Gop! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart o
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late; asli ¿M
Wake me to righteousness.
4 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,end
When thou with clouds shalt come 77
To judge the nations at thy barɔl 10
And tell me, LORD! shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great bus'ness here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,on, A
To make my calling sure!,
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will, gure)
And to the end endure!.
6 Then, Saviour! then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live (34
.0 And reign with thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight
And everlasting love.
550 (1st P.) C. M. Canterbury 199. London 180.
Death and Eternity.qui p
1 MY thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go, search the world beneath,
Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign-death.
2 The Tyrant, how he triumphs here!*
His trophies spread around!owili
And heaps of dust and bones appear
Through all the hollow ground.
3 These skulls, what ghastly figures now
How loathsome to the eyes!
These are the heads we lately knew,
So beauteous and so wise.
4 But where the souls,-those deathless things, That left their dying clay?
My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
And trace eternity.
5 Oh, that unfathomable sea!
Those deeps without a shore,
Where living waters gently play,
Or fiery billows roar !
6 There we shall swim in heavenly bliss,
Or sink in flaming waves;
While the pale carcase breathless lies
Among the silent graves.
Then come the joyful day;
Then coORD! for thy right hand!
'Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear our souls away!'
550 (2d P.) 7.6. Gr. Road 281. Culmstock 6.
Pleasing Anticipation of Death and Glory.
H! I shall soon be dying,
Time swiftly glides away;
But, on my LORD relying,
I hail the happy day—
2 The day when I must enter
Upon a world unknown;
My helpless soul I venture
On JESUS CHRIST alone.
3 He once, a spotless victim,
Upon Mount Calv'ry bled!
JEHOVAH did afflict him,
And bruise him in my stead. J
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4 Hence all my hope arises,
Unworthy as I am:
My soul most surely prizes
The sin-atoning Lamb.
To him by grace united,
Ijoy in him alone;
And now, by faith, delighted,
Behold him on his throne.
There he is interceding
For all who on him rest:
The grace from him proceeding
Shall waft me to his breast.
7 Then with the saints in glory
The grateful song I'll raise,
And chant my blissful story.
In high seraphic lays.
8 Free grace, redeeming merit,
And sanctifying love,;
Of FATHER, SON, and SPIRIT,
Shall charm the courts above.
550 (3d P.) C. M. Grove House 143.
Huddersfield 202.
The Safe and Happy Exit.
LORD! must I die? Oh, let me die
Trusting in thee alone!
My living testimony giv❜n,
Then leave my dying one!
2 If I must die-Oh let me die
In faith, and free from doubt,"
Cloth'd in my Saviour's righteousness,
And sanctify'd throughout.
3 If I must die-Oh let me die
In peace with all mankind;
And change these fleeting joys below
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