1 As once the Saviour rose on high,
When murderers bore him to his doom,
So all that live and all that die

Shall break the dungeons of the tomb.

2 And when again he walks the skies,
When rolling clouds his path surround,
The nations of the dead shall rise
At the deep stirring trumpet's sound.

3 The Father of our erring race

Shall give the judgment to the Son, And spread the books before his face, Remembering all that they have done.

4 Then all, whose days were passed in sin, Who turned from heaven with guilty heart, When God would fain have led them in, Shall hear the awful word, Depart.

5 But if I keep my God in view,
In all I think, and all I do;

Then, when my Saviour wakes the dead,
His own right hand shall crown my head.

179.

Monmouth.

Judgment Hymn.

P. M.

Martin Luther.

1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated:

The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contained before!

Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet him.

3 But sinners, filled with guilty fears,
Behold his power prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find, their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet him.

4 Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Saved through his cross, I hail the day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

180.

Gerar.

Love to the Church of God. S. M.

1 I LOVE thy Zion, Lord!

The house of thine abode;

Watts.

The church, my blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.

3 If e'er to bless her sons
My voice or hands deny,

MISSIONARY HYMN.

These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die.

4 If e'er my heart forget

Her welfare or her wo,
Let every joy this heart forsake,
And every grief o'erflow.

5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my prayers ascend;

181.

To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

181.

Missionary Hymn. 7's & 6's M.

Missionary Hymn.

Heber.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?

In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?

182.

Salvation! O salvation!

The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth's remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's name!

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,—
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

Prayer for the Heathen.

Effingham.

L. M.

1 NIGHT wraps the land where Jesus spoke,
No guiding star the wise men see;
And heavy is oppression's yoke,

Where first the gospel said, Be free.

2 And where the harps of angels bore

Heaven's message to the shepherd-throng,
Good will and peace are heard no more
To murmur Bethlehem's vales along.

3 Send forth, send forth the glorious light,
That from eternal wo doth save;

And bid Christ's heralds speed their flight,
Ere millions find a hopeless grave.

4 Behold! the knee of childhood bends
In prayer for that benighted land;
And with its sabbath lesson blends
Fond memory of the mission band.

GOD OUR GUIDE.

5 With pitying zeal o'er ocean's wave, We reach the helpless hand to take; O may we but one wanderer save!

We ask it for our Saviour's sake.

183, 184.

183. The Final Reign of Jesus upon L. M.

Truro.

Earth.

1 JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;

Watts.

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

2 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

3 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

4 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honors to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud amen.

184.

God our Guide. 8's & 7's M.
Greenville.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah!
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty,-
Hold me with thy powerful hand.

2 Open thou the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;