3 His oath, his covenant, and blood,
Support me in the breaking flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay:
On Christ &c.
4 When He shall come with trumpet's sound,
Oh! may I then in Him be found,
Dress'd in his righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne:
On Christ &c.
Christ our strength.
Isa. xl, 28-31.
1 AWAKE, our souls! away our fears!
Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on!
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But Jesus is the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint.
3 From Him, the ever-flowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply;
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
4 Swift as the eagle cuts the air,
Saviour! we'll mount to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heav'nly road.
Glories of earth and heaven contrasted.
Gen. i, 31.
Rev. xxi, 1, 23.
1 I PRAISED the earth, in beauty seen
With garlands gay of various green;
I praised the sea, whose ample field
Shone glorious as a silver shield;
And earth and ocean seem'd to say,
Our beauties are but for a day
2 I praised the sun, whose chariot roll'd
On wheels of amber and of gold;
I praised the moon, whose softer eye
Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky;
And moon and sun in answer said,
Our days of light are numbered.
3 O God! O good beyond compare!
If thus thy meaner works are fair;
If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of ruin'd earth and sinful man;
How glorious must the mansion be,
Where thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee!
Phil. iii, 12-14. Heb. xii, 1.
1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's own animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
4[That prize, with endless glory stor❜d,
Shall bright'ning lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' crowns
Shall blend in common dust.]
5[Then on! with sacred ardour fir'd,
The glorious end pursue;
So meet with joy the glad command
To bid this world adieu.]
6 Blest Saviour! introduced by Thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.
Isa. lvii, 2. Rev. xiv, 13.
1 HAIL to the heav'nly scenes of peace,
Where all the storms of passion cease!
Toil'd life's dismaying struggle o'er,
The wearied spirit weeps no more.
2 It wears th' eternal smile of joy,
Obtaining bliss without alloy:
Welcome, Oh! welcome, happy bow'rs,
Where no destroying tempest low'rs.
3 There wide the azure heav'ns display
The everlasting beams of day;
There loud the radiant seraph choir
Strike to glad notes the golden lyre.
4 O Lamb of God! by sorrow prov'd
The friend of man, the Christ belov'd;
To Thee this sweetest hope we owe,
That warms our shiv'ring hearts below!
Eccles. xi, 6. Isa. xxxii, 20.
Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand,
To doubt, and fear, give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o'er the land.
Beside all waters sow,
The highway furrows stock,
Drop it where thorns and thistles grow,
Scatter it on the rock.
The good, the fruitful ground
Expect not here or there;
O'er hill and dale by plots 'tis found;
Go forth then everywhere.
4 [Thou know'st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown,
Grace keeps the scatter'd germ alive,
When and wherever strown.]
Thou canst not toil in vain,
Cold, heat, and moist, and dry,
Shall foster and mature the grain
For garners in the sky.
And when the glorious end---
The day of God-is come,
The angel-reapers shall descend,
And shout the harvest-home,
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