5 [White lilies all around appear, e 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay! And snatch the heav'nly scene away e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, o 9 Up to the fields above the skies, • There everlasting flow'rs arise, There joys unwith'ring grow. 1 HYMN 60. L. M. Green's. [*] Praise to the God, whose strong decrees 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 3 (Firm are the words his prophets give. Who spoke and spread the skies abroad.) e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? e Slowly, alas! our mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. --6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, And his own courts his pow'r sustains.] e 1 HYMN 61. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b*] A Thought of Death and Glory. soul, come meditate the day, M And think how near it stands When thou must quit this house of clay, And fly to unknown lands. p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view This gloomy prison waits for you, e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die, 4 Then should we see the saints above, And wonder why our souls should love 5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh, And long for evening to undress, 'That we may rest with God.] o 6 We should almost forsake our clay, And pray and wish our souls away, 1 HYMN 62. C. M. [b] God the Thunderer.* NING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts, *Made in a great sudden storm of thunder, Aug. 20, 1697 Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts, 2 His sounding chariots shake the sky, A sov'reign voice divides the flames, 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day, Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, 5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do, But he shall dread the Thund'rer now, And beat upon his naked soul € 1 HYMN 63. H C. M. Bishopsgate. [*] ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound! d "Ye living men, come view the ground, 2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours." p 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downwards to our tomb, -4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, o Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. HYMN 64. L. M. Green's. All Saints. [*] God the Glory and Defence of Zion. 1 'H The seat of thy Creator's grace; APPY the church, thou sacred place, Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates, A guard of heav'nly warriors waits; g Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. o 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against his throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. o 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell: His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 85 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace; And we reflect his brightest praise. 1 HYMN 65. C. M. Canterbury. [*] Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth. W To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all:— And not a wave of trouble roll, HYMN 66. C. M. Sunday. [*] Infinite day excludes the night, o 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs: e Death like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. b 3 (Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green; -So to the Jews old Canaan stood, p 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, And linger shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away.) -5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er o Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. e 1 e HYMN 67. C. M. G Arundel. [*] God's eternal Dominion. REAT God! how infinite art thou. g Let the whole race of creatures bow, -3 Nature and time quite naked lie, g 4 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears- e 5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares; g While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturb'd affairs. |