6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal,
Should make their mem'ry dear;

And, LORD, do thou the pray'rs fulfil,
They offer'd for us here!

7 While they have gain'd, we lofers are,
We mifs them day by day;

But thou can't ev'ry breach repair,
And wipe our tears away.

8 We pray, as in Elifha's cafe,
When great Elijah went;
May double portions of thy grace,
To us who stay, be fent.

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LXXIII. C. On the death of a minifter.

IS Mafter taken from his head,
Elifha faw him go;

And, in defponding accents faid,
"Ah, what muft Ifrael do!"

2 But he forgot the LORD, who lifts
The beggar to the throne;
Nor knew, that all Elijah's gifts
Would foon be made his own.

3 What! when a Paul has run his courfe,
Or when Apollos dies;

Is Ifrael left without resource?
And have we no fupplies?

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

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

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LXXIV. The

LXXIV. The tolling bell.

I OFT as the bell, with folemn toll,

Speaks the departure of a foul,

Let each one ask himself, “ Am I
Prepar'd, fhould I be call'd to die?"
2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preferves 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 muft go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

4 But could I bear to hear him fay,
"Depart, accurfed, far away!
With Satan, in the loweft hell,
Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell."

5

LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,
And feek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my fin, and let me live.
6 Then, when the folemn bell I hear,
If fav'd from guilt I need not fear;
Nor would the thought diftreffing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

7 Rather, my fpirit would rejoice,
And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth refign,
Secure of heav'n, if thou art mine.

LXXV. Hope

LXXV. Hope beyond the grave.
MY foul, this curious house of clay,
Thy prefent frail abode,

Muft quickly fall to worms a prey,
And thou return to GOD.

2 Can't thou, by faith, furvey with joy The change before it come? And fay, "Let death this house destroy, I have a heav'nly home !" 3 The Saviour, whom I then shall fee With new admiring eyes, Already has prepar'd for me, A manfion in the fkies (a). 4 I feel this mud-wall'd cottage fhake, And long to fee it fall;

That I my willing flight may

To him who is my all.

take

5 Burden'd and groaning then no more, My refcu'd foul fhall fing,

As up the fhining path I foar,

"Death, thou haft loft thy fting."

6 Dear Saviour help us now to feek,
And know thy grace's pow'r;
That we may all this language fpeak,
Before the dying hour.

LXXVI. There the weary are at reft.

Courage, my foul! behold the prize
The Saviour's love provides;

Eternal life beyond the fkies,
For all whom here he guides.

The

2 The wicked ceafe from troubling there,
The weary are at rest (b);
Sorrow and fin, and pain and care,
No more approach the bleft.

3 A wicked world, and wicked heart,
With Satan now are join'd;
Each as a too fuccessful part
In harraffing my mind.

4 In conflict with this threefold troop,
How weary, LORD, am I!
Did not thy promife bear me up,
My foul muft faint and die.
5 But fighting in my Saviour's ftrength,.
Tho' mighty are my foes,

1 fhall a conqu'ror be at length,
O'er all that can oppose.

6 Then why, my foul, complain or fear?
The crown of glory fee!
The more I toil and fuffer here,
The sweeter reft will be.

LXXVII. The day of judgment.

1 DAY

AY of judgment, day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful found,
Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vaft creation round! [confound!
How the fummons will the finners heart

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Clothed in majefty divine!

You who long for his appearing,

Then fhall fay, This GOD is mine! [thine! Gracious Saviour, own me in that day for (6) Job iii. 17.

3 At his call the dead awaken,
Rife to life from earth and fea :
All the pow'rs of nature shaken
By his look, prepare to flee.

(of thee! Carelefs finner, what will then become

4 Horrors paft imagination,

Will furprize your trembling heart, When you hear your condemnation, Hence, accurfed wretch, depart! (part!" Thou with Satan and his angels, have thy 5 Satan, who now tries to please you, Left you timely warning take, When that word is paft, will feize you, Plunge you in the burning lake:

(ftake. Think, poor finner, thy eternal all's at

6 But to those who have confeffed,
Lov'd and ferv'd the LORD below;
He will fay, "Come near, ye bleffed,
See the kingdom I bestow:

(know."

You for ever fhall my love and glory

7 Under forrows and reproaches,
May this thought your courage raise !
Swiftly God's great day approaches,
Sighs fhall then be chang'd to praife (blaze.
We shall triumph when the world is in a

LXXVIII. The day of the LORD (c).

GOD

OD with one piercing glance looks thro'
Creation's wide extended frame;

The past and future in his view,
And days and ages are the fame (d).

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(d) 2 Pet. iii. 8-10.

(c) Book III. Hymn 4.

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