1099

1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

In my flesh shall I see God.

I CALL the world's Redeemer mine;

He lives who died for me, I know,-
Who bought my soul with blood divine:
Jesus shall re-appear below,—
Stand in that dreadful day unknown,
And fix on earth his heavenly throne.
2 Then the last judgment-day shall come;
And though the worms this skin devour,
The Judge shall call me from the tomb,
Shall bid the greedy grave restore,

And raise this individual me,
God in the flesh, my God, to seẻ.
3 In this identic body, I,

With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh,
See for myself my smiling Lord;
See with ineffable delight,

Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.

4 Then let the worms demand their prey, reins consume;

The greedy grave my

With joy I drop my mould'ring clay,
And rest till my Redeemer come;
On Christ my life, in death rely,
Secure that I can never die.

1100

WE

Exulting in the final victory.

C. M.

HEN the last trumpet's awful voice
This rending earth shall shake,-

When opening graves shall yield their change,
And dust to life awake,

2 Those bodies that corrupted fell

Shall incorrupt arise,

And mortal forms shall spring to life
Immortal in the skies.

3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung Is now at last fulfill'd;

And Death yields up his ancient reign,
And, vanquish'd, quits the field.

4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
And now in triumph sing:

O Grave, where is thy victory?
And where, O Death, thy sting?

1101

7th P. M. 8 lines 7s.

Clothed with immortality.

PIRIT, leave thy house of clay;

Ping dust, resign thy breath;

Spirit, cast thy chains away;

:

Dust, be thou dissolved in death:Thus the mighty Saviour speaks, While the faithful Christian dies; Thus the bonds of life he breaks, And the ransom'd captive flies.

2 Pris'ner, long detain❜d below,
Pris'ner, now with freedom blest,
Welcome from a world of wo;
Welcome to a land of rest :-
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high,
While with hallelujahs ring

All the regions of the sky.

3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,
Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise:
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls-
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay;
Immortality thy walls,

And eternity thy day.

THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.

1102

4th P. M. 886, 886.

Tokens of the judgment a source of joy to the believer OW happy are the little flock,

HOW

Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock,
In all commotions rest!

When war's and tumult's waves run high,
Unmoved, above the storm they lie,
They lodge in Jesus' breast.

2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise:

Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up,

To meet thee in the skies.

3 Thy tokens we with joy confess,
The war proclaims the Prince of peace,
The earthquake speaks thy power:
The famine all thy fulness brings,
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

4 Whatever ills the world befall
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near:

His chariot will not long delay;

We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,— Triumphant Lord, appear.

1103

8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.

We also shall appear with Him in glory.
LIFT ye fence here!
IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here:

L'

Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near.

2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,

Shines the everlasting light.

3 See the stars from heaven falling;
Hark, on earth the doleful cry;
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh:
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!

4 With what diff'rent exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the tokens of his passion,

By the marks received for me :—
All discern him :

All with shouts cry out,-'Tis He!

5 Lo! 'tis He! our hearts' Desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow:
Palms of vict'ry,

Crowns of glory, to bestow.

1104

IN

5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.

Signs of approaching judgment.
N the sun, and moon, and stars,
Signs and wonders there shall be;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.

2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,

Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise; Wilder storms the mountains sweep, Louder thunders rock the skies.

3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud,
Pale amazement, restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,

Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from his awful face Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, his chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh.

1105

HE

The second advent.

L. M.

E comes! He comes! the Judge severe ! The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul ! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound: See the almighty Jesus crown'd: Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his great white 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 saints of the most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, Forever and forever reigns.

1106

Secrets of the heart made known.

C. M.

AND must I be to judgment brought,

And answer in that day

For every vain and idle thought,
And every word I say ?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.