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2 How will my heart endure t
The terrors of that day, |
When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonished, shrink away?
3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread!
4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Flee to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.
Banishment from God intolerable.
THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,
When P. stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys— Thou Sovereign of my heart—
How could I bear to hearthy voice
Pronounce the word—“Depart!”
3 Oh! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.
4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.
OH where shall rest be found—
Rest for the weary soul?
*Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole !
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears,
}. is a life above, -
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pan
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh! what eternal horrors hang
Around “the second death!
5 Thou God of truth and grace'
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
WHEN thy mortal life is fled,
When the death-shades o'er thee spread—
Thou hast finished earth's career—
Sinner—where wilt thou appear?
2. When the world has passed away,
When draws near the judgment day,
When the awful trump shall sound.”
Say—oh where wilt thou be found?
3 When the Judge descends in light,
Clothed in majesty and might;
When the wicked quail with fear,
Where—oh where wilt thou appear?
4 What shall soothe thy bursting hea
When the saints and thou must part:
When the good with joy are crowned,
Sinner—where wilt thou be found?
5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh,
Quickly to the Saviour fly;
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer,
Then in heaven shalt thou appear.
Holiness of Heaven. -NOR eye hath seen—nor ear hath heard, Nor sense, nor reason known What joys the Father has prepared For those that love his Son.
2. But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;—
No wanton lips, nor envious eye
Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame:
None shall obtain admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.
The Heavenly Rest. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given: There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast— 'Tis found alone—in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, where storms arise—and ocean rolls, And all is drear—but heaven.
3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven;
It views the tempest passing by:
Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene—in heaven.
4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb
Appears the dawn—of heaven.
TO Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soulis in haste to be gone :
Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to his throne.
2 My Saviour, whom, absent, I love
W. not havin o I adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power:
3 Dissolve thou the bonds that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Oh! strike off the adamant chain,
And make me eternally free.
4 Then shall the blest era begin,
When bright in thy glory I’ll shine,
And no longer piercé with my sins
The bosom on which I recline.
10s. 451 Earnest looking for heavenly Rest.
IWOULD not live alway—I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way:
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes—full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven—that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
lains, And the moon-tide of glory eternally reigns?—
4. Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ?