4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,

And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.

1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?"
2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
3 Then leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;

Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

4 But could I bear to hear him say,
66 Depart, accursed, far away!
With Satan, in the lowest hell,

Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell?"

5 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and let me live.
6 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

7 Rather, my spirit would rejoice,
And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids my earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine.

LXXV. Hope beyond the Grave.

1 My soul, this curious house of clay,
Thy present frail abode,

Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
And thou return to God.

2 Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy
The change before it come?

And say,

"Let death this house destroy,

I have a heavenly home?"

3 The Saviour, whom I then shall see
With new admiring eyes,
Already has prepar'd for me.
A mansion in the skies.*

4 I feel this mud-wall cottage shake,
And long to see it fall;
That I my willing flight may take
To him who is my all.

5 Burden'd and groaning then no more,
My rescued soul shall sing,
As up the shining path I soar,
"Death, thou hast lost thy sting!"

6 Dear Saviour, help. us now to seek,
And know thy grace's power;
That we may all this language speak
Before the dying hour.

LXXVI.

There the Weary are at Rest.

1 COURAGE, my soul! behold the prize
The Saviour's love provides;

Eternal life beyond the skies
For all whom here he guides.
* 2 Cor. v.1.

2 The wicked cease from troubling there,

The weary are at rest ;*

Sorrow, and sin, and pain, and care,
No more approach the blest.

3 A wicked world, and wicked heart,
With Satan now are join'd;
Each acts a too successful part
In harassing my mind.

4 In conflict with this threefold troop,
How weary, Lord, am I!
Did not thy promise bear me up,
My soul must faint and die.

5 But fighting in my Saviour's strength,
Though mighty are my foes,

I shall a conq'ror be at length
O'er all that can oppose.

6 Then why, my soul, complain or fear?
The crown of glory see!

The more I toil and suffer here,
The sweeter rest will be.

+ LXXVII. The Day of Judgment.
1 DAY of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!

How the summons will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,

Cloth'd in majesty divine!

You who long for his appearing,

Then shall say, "This God is mine!" Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for thine!

* Job iii. 17.

3 At his call, the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken

By his looks, prepare to flee :

Careless sinner, what will then become of thee?

4 Horrors past imagination

Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
"Hence, accursed wretch, depart !
Thou with Satan and his angels have thy part!

5 Satan, who now tries to please you,
Lest you timely warning take,
When that word is past, will seize you,
Plunge you in the burning lake!
Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all's at stake.

6 But to those who have confessed,

Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow :

You for ever shall my love and glory know."

7 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought your courage raise!
Swiftly God's great day approaches,

Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise :
We shall triumph when the world is in a blaze.

LXXVIII.

The Day of the Lord.*

1 GOD with one piercing glance looks through
Creation's wide extended frame;
The past and future, in his view,
And days and ages are the same.†

*Book iii. hymn 4.

+ 2 Pet. iii, 8-10.

2 Sinners who dare provoke his face,
Who on his patience long presume,
And trifle out the day of grace,
Will find he has a day of doom.

3 As pangs the lab'ring woman feels,
Or as the thief in midnight sleep,

So comes that day for which the wheels Of time their ceaseless motion keep! 4 Hark! from the sky, the trump proclaims Jesus the Judge approaching nigh! See the creation wrapt in flames, First kindled by his vengeful eye!

When thus the mountains melt like wax;
When earth, and air, and sea, shall burn;
When all the frame of nature breaks;
Poor sinner, whither wilt thou turn ?

6 The puny works which feeble men
Now boast, or covet, or admire ;
Their pomp, and arts, and treasures, then
Shall perish in one common fire.

7 Lord, fix our hearts and hopes above,
Since all below to ruin tends;

Here may we trust, obey, and love,
And there be found amongst thy friends!

LXXIX. The great Tribunal.*

1 JOHN, in vision, saw the day
When the Judge will hasten down;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
From the terror of his frown:
Dead and living, small and great,
Raised from the earth and sea,

* Rev. xx. 11, 12.