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2 Their golden cordials cannot ease Redeem from death one guilty hour,
The ransom is too high ; 3 The lingering, the unwilling, soul Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold, The dismal summons must obey,
That man may never-die.]
5 He sees the brutish and the wise, 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave; Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
The timorous and the brave Where kings and slaves have equal
And hasten to the grave. thrones; Their bones without distinction lie 6 Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride, Among the heap of meaner bones, My house shall ever stand;
“And that iny name may long abide, PSALM 49. L. M. b “I'll give it to my land.” Limehouse, Putney.
7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost, The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection
How soon his memory dies !
And boast the large estates they Where his own carcass lies.
With all the wealth in which they trust; And yet their sons, as vain, Nor give a dying brother breath, Approve the words their fathers say, When God commands him down to dust. And act their works again. 3 There the dark earth and dismal shade 9 Men void of wisdom and of grace, Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
If honour raise them high, That flesh, so delicately fed,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race, Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.
And like the beast they die. A Like thoughtless sheep the sinner
dies, 10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep, Laid in the grave for worms to eat;
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpetbreaks their sleep,
In terror and despair.] ·
PSALM 49. 2d Part. C. M. 6 That glorious day exalts the just
St. Anns, China. To full dominion o'er the proud.
Death and the resurrection. & My Saviour shall my life restore, And raise me from my dark abode: YE
E sons of pride, that hate the just, My flesh and soul shall part no more, when death has brought you down to
And trample on the poor, But dwell forever near my God.
Your pomp shall rise no more. [dust, Psalm 49. 1st Part. C.M. * 2 Tbe last great day shall change the Dundee, Durham.
When will that hour appear? (scene: Pride and death; or, the vanity of life and riches. When shall the just revive and reign HY doth the man of riches grow
O'er all that scorn'd them here? To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours Aow 3 God will my naked soul receive,
When sep'rate from the flesh; With every rising tide?
And break the prison of the grave, 2 [Why doth be treat the poor with scorn, To raise my bones afresh.
Made of the self-same clay, And boast as though his flesh were born 4 Heaven is my everlasting home: Of better dust than they?]
Th' inheritance is sure: + all his treasures can procure
Let men of pride their rage resume, soub a sort repriever
But I'll repine no more.
639} Limehouse, Putney, Bath.
PSALM 89. 2d Part. L. M. . Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying fesh shall rest in hope. Mortality and hope. 2 Though in the dust I lay my head, A funeral psalın.
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 'REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, My soul forever with the dead,
Nor lose . date!
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Where is the man that draws his breath Shake off the dust, and rise on high : Safe from disease, secưre from death? Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Up to thy throne above the sky. Our flesh and sense repine and cry, 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow, " Must death forever rage and reign,
And full discoveries of thy grace, “Or hast thou made mankind in vain? (Which we but tasted here below) 36 Where is thy promise to the just? Spread heavenly joys through allthe place. “Are not thy servants turn?d to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, 642
Hymn 110. B. 2. S. M. And sees the sleeping dust arise.
Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day
1 Wipes the reproach of saints away,
This mortal frame decay? And clears the honour of thy word: Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord. And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay? PSALM 89. P. M. 640} St. Hellens, Newcourt
Shall but refine this flesh,
To put it on afresh.
And often from the skies
secure his vital breath Til he shall bid it rise, Against the bold demands of death,
4 Array'd in glorious grace With skill to Ay, or power to save ? Shall these vile bodies shine; 2 Lord, shall it be forever said, And every shape, and every face " The race of man was only made Look heavenly and divine. “For sickness, sorrow; and the dust?",
5 These lively hopes we owe Are not thy servants, day by day, Sent to their graves, and turn’d to clay! We would adore his grace below,
To Jesus' dying love ; Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
And sing his power above. 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his seed, a heavenly crown?' 6 Dear Lord, accept the praise But flesh and sense indulge despair:
Of these our humblę songs, Forever blessed be the Lord,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise That faith can read his holy word,
With our immortal tongues. And find a resurrection there.
HYMN 102. B. 2. L. M. X 4 Forever blessed be the Lord,
All Saints, Eaton.
A happy resurrection.
These dying, withering limbs of mine. PSALM 16. 3d Part. L. M. 6/2 Let worms 'devour my wasting flesh, Bath, Green's Hundredth.
· And crumble all my bones to dust, Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong:
My God shall raise my, frame anew, His arm is my almighty prop:
At the revival of the just.
3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, 14. His enemies, with sore dismay, Bring that delightful, dreadful day; Fly from the sight, and shun the day ; Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come, Then list your heads, ye saints, on high, Thy lingering wheels, how long they stay! And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 4 (Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face;
HYMN 107. B.2. C. M. bAnd hear the language of those lips
Bangor, Durham. Where God has shed his richest grace.] The everlasting absence of God intolerable.
"HAT Rouse all the pious sleeping clay ; That we may join in heavenly joys,
When I must stand before my Judge, And sing the triumph of the day.
And pass the solemn test. 2 'Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, Depart? DAY OF JUDGMENT.
3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment my ear, 644}
Hymn 65. B. 1. L. M. * 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
kingdom of the Lord; or, the day of And yet forbid to die! judgment.
To linger in eternal pain, ILET the seventh angel sound on high, Yet death forever Hy:]
Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky; 5 O! wretched state of deep despair, Kings of the earth, with glad accord, To see my God remove, Give up your kingdoms to the Lord. And fix my doleful station where 2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
I must not taste liis love ! Who wast, and art, and art to come ; 6 Jesus, I throw mine arms around, Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain, And hang upon thy breast; Forever live, forever reign!
Without a gracious smile from thee 3 The angry nations fret and roar; My spirit cannot rest. That they can slay the saints no more ; 170! tell me that my worthless name On wings of vengeance dies our God, Is graven on thy hands; To pay the long arrears of blood. Show me some promise, in thy book, 4 Now must the rising dead appear;
Where my salvation stands. Now the decisive sentence hear; 8 (Give me one kind, assuring word, Now the dear martyrs of the Lord To sink my fears again; Receive an infinite reward.
And.cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.] PSALM 97. 1st. Part. L. M. * 64 Old Hundred, Eaton.
PSALM 9.. 1st Part. C. M. | Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.
St. James, Devizes. 1 HE reigns the Lord, the Saviour reigns!
Wrath and mercy from the judgment seat. Praise him in evangelie strains: WITH my whole heart I'll raise Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, And distant islands join their voice.
Thy wonders I'll proclaim; 2 Deep are his counsels and anknown, Thou, sovereign Judge of right and
Wilt put my foes to shame. (wrong, But grace and truth support his throne; Though gloomy clouds his ways surround, 2: I'll sing thy majesty, and grace; Justice is their eternal ground. i
My God prepares his throne 3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes !
To judge the world in righteousness, Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the
And make his vengeance known. Before, him burns devouring fire, [tombs; 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove The mountains melt, the seas retire.
For all the poor oppress'd;
To save the people of his love, 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, *And give the weary rest.
Judgment will ne'er begin;" 4 The men that know thy name will trust No more abuse his long delay In thy abundant grace;
To impudence and sin. For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, 3Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come,
Who humbly sought thy face, Bright flames prepare his way ; 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Lead on the dreadful day. Who executes his threatening word, 4Heaven from above his call shall hear, And doth his grace fulfil.
Attending angels come,
And earth and hell shall know and fear 618 HYMN 45. B. 1. C. M. b
His justice and their doom.
5“ But gather all my saints,” he cries, The last judgment.
“That made their peace with God SEE where the great incarnate God
“By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
“ And seal'd it with his blood. While from the skies his awful voice 6“Their faith and works, brought forth Bears the last judgment down.
to light, 2[“I am the first, and I the last,
“Shall make the world confess Through endless years the same
“My sentence of reward is right, “I AM is my memorial still,
“And heaven adore my grace.” “And my eternal name.
PSALM 50. 3d Part. C. M. * 3 “Such favours as a God can give, 650}
Dundee, Rochester. My royal grace bestows; “Ye thirsty souls, come taste the streams The judgment of hypocrites.
* Where life and pleasure flows.) * WHEN Charist to judgment shall 4[“ The saint that triumphs o'er his sins, I'll own him ‘for a son ;
And saints surround their Lord, “ The whole creation shall reward He calls the nations to attend, “The conquests he has won.
And hear his awful word. 5" But bloody hands, and hearts unclean, 2“Not for the want of bullocks slain “ And all the lying race,
“Will I the world reprove; " The faithless and the scoffing crew,
“ Altars and rites and forms are vain, “That spuru at offer'd grace;
“ Without- the fire of love. 6 " They shall be taken from my sight, 3“ And what have hypocrites to do “Bound fast in iron chains,
"To bring their sacrifice? "And headlong plung'd into the lake
They call my statutes just and true, "Where fire and darkness reigns.”]
“ But deal in theft and lies. 70 may I stand before the Lamb 4“Could you expect to 'scape my sight, When earth and seas are fled!
“ And sin without control? And hear the Judge pronounce my name
“But I shall bring your crimes to light, With blessings on my head.
“ With anguish in your soul." 8 May I with those forever dwell,
15 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Who here were my delight,
Before his wrath appear; While sinners, banish'd down to hell, If once you fall beneath his sword, No more offend my sight.
There's no deliverer there.
PSALM 50. 1st Part. P. M. O 649}
Psálm 50. 1st Part. C. M. *|651}
Walworth, New 50th.
The last judg:nent. The last judgment; or, the saints rewarded. ITHE Lord, the judge, before his throne 'THE Lord, the sov’reign,sends his summons furth,
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north ; Bicis the whole earth draw nigh ; Froin tast to west the sounding orders sprad, The nations near the rising sun,
Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead:
No more shali athtists mock his long, deiay; And near the western sky. His yengeance sleeps no more: behuid the day!
2 Behold the Judge descends ; his gnards are nigh: There's no distinction here ; join all your voices, Tempest and fire attend him down the sky: And raise your beads, ye saints, for heaven rejoices. Heaven,earth and hell,diaw near; let all things come To hear his justice, and the sinner's doom ! "Here(saith the Lord)ye angels, spread their thrones, * But gather first my saints (the Judge commands)
And near me seat my favourites and my sons. Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands. Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepard
Ere time began; "tis your divine reward. 3“ Behold my covenant stands forever good, When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion, Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,
And shout, ye saints! he comes for your salvation. And sign'd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, That paid the ancient worship, or the new ;
PAUSE I. There's no distinction here; come,pread their thrones, And near me seat my favourites and my sons. 6“I am the Saviour, I th' Almighty God; 4“1, their Almighty Saviour, and their God,
I am the Judge: Ye heavens, proclaim abroad
My just, eternal sentence, and declare
Those awful truths, that sinners dread to hear." Those awful truths that sinners dread to hear :
When God appears, all nature shall adore hims
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. Sinners in Zion, tremble and retire ; I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.
7" Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane, 5" Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain Now feel my wrath, nor call my threatenings vain Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain Thou hypocrite, once dress'd in saint's attire, Without the flames of love: In vain the store I doom the painted hypocrite to fire." of brutal offerings that were mine before ; Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; beaven rejoiecz Mine are the tamer beasts and savage breed, Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voicti. Flocks herds, and fields,and forests, where they feed. Not for the want of goats or bullocks slain 6" If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ? Do I condemn thee; bulls and goats are vain When did I thirst, or drink thy buliocks' blood ? Without the flames of love; in vain the store Can I be flatter'd with thy, cringing bows, Of brutal offerings that were mine before." Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic rows? Earth is the Lord's; all nature shall adore bim; Are my eyes charin'd thy vestments to behold, While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him. Glaring in gems, and gay in woven guld? 7" Unthinking, wretch! how couldst thou hope to
0“ If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ; A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these?' (please Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed,
When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks' blood ? While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Clocks, herds,and fields,and forests where they feed." Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong! Al is the Lord's; he rules the wide creation; In vain to pious formy thy zeal pretends, Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends.
Gives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation, 8" Silent I waited with long-suffering love;
10“ Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows, But didst thou hope that I should neer reprove? Thy solemn chatterings, and fantastic rows? And cherish such an impious thought within, Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold, That God, the righteous, would indulge thy sin ? Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?” Behold my terrors now, my thunders roli, God is the Judge of bearts ; no fair disguises And thine own crimes affright thy guilty soul.” Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises 9 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wise; Awake before this dreadful morning rise; (amend!
PAUSE II. Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works 11“
Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend; A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these? (to please Lest like a hon his last vengeance tear
While with my grace and statutes on thy tongue, Your trembling souls, and no deliverer near. Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.'
Judgment proceeds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices ;
up your beads, ye saints, with cheerful voises 'Cherriton, Landaff.
12" In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends ;
Thieves and adulterers are thy chosen friends; The last judgment.
While the false flatterer at my altar wails,
His harden'd soul divine instruction hates. THE God of glory, sends his summons forth: God is the judge of hearts; no fair disguiser
Calls the south nations, and awakes the north ; Can screen the guilty when his vengeance rises., From east to west the sovereign orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead. 13“ Silent I waited with long-suffering love; The trumpet sounds; hell trembles; heaven rejoices; But didst thou hope that I should never reprove ? Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.
And cherish such an impious thought within,
That the All-holy would indulge thy sin ?" 2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay; See, God appears, all nature joins to adore him; His vengeance sleeps no more: Behold the day! Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him. Behold the Judge descends: his guards are nigh: Tempest and fire attend him down the sky.
14“ Behold my terrors now; my thunders roll, When God appears, all nature shall adore htm:
And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul.
Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.
Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near.' 3“ Heaven, earth and hell, draw. near; let all things Judgment concludes; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices;
To hear my justice, and the sinner's door! [come, Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices
Awake bt fore this dreadful morning rise: (amend 4“ Behold! my covenant stands forever good,
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works Seal'd by the eternal sacrifice in blood,
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend.“ And signd with all their names; the Greek, the Jew, Then join the saints; wake every cheerful passion; That paid the ancient worship, or the new.”'
When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation.