I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell ; Must come at his command to heaven,

Or else depart to hell.

SECOND PART.

TO THOU that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst thyself my soul to save

From endless' misery!
Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.
2 Thou art thyself the way,

Thyself in me reveal ;
So shall I spend my life's short day

Obedient to thy will :
So shall I love my God,

Because he first lov'd me,
And praise thee in thy bright abode

To all eternity.

Kennebeck.] HYMN 552. 48's & 2 6's. 1 ND am I only born to die?

A

With nature's stern decree?
What after death for me remains ?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,

To all eternity? 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve,

And props the house of clay :
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare

Against that fatal day!

3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,

If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before

Th’ inexorable throne ! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ ; A moment's misery or joy ;

But oh! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend ?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death

That never, never dies !
How make mine own election sure ;
And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be
thou my guide, be thou my way

To glorious happiness!
Ah! write the pardon on my heart !
And whensoe'er I hence depart,

Let me depart in peace! Axbridge.] HYMN 553. C. M. 1

GOD! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home.
2 Under the shadow of thy throne;

Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth receiv'd her frame,

From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight

Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun. 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,

With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood,

And lost in foll’wing years. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the op’ning day.
✓ O God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,

And our perpetual home!
Aylesbury.] HYMN 554. S. M.
1
AND

must this body die,

This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2 Corruption, earth, and worms,

Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes

To put it on afresh.
3 God my Redeemer lives,

And ever from the skies
Looks down and watches all my dust,

Till he shall bid it rise.
Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,

5

And every shape, and every face,

Be heavenly and divine.
These lively hopes we owe,

Lord, to thy dying love:
O may we bless thy grace below,

And sing thy grace above!
Saviour, accept the praise

Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise

With our immortal tongues.

6

Shields.] HYMN 555. C. M.
A

ND let this feeble body fail,
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,

And soar to worlds on high :
Shall join the disembodied saints,

And find its long-sought rest :
That only bliss for which it pants

In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown

I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,

And smile at toil and pain :
I suffer on my threescore years

Till my Deliv’rer come;
And wipe away his servant's tears,

And take his exile home.
3 O what hath Jesus bought for me!

Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise !
I see a world of spirits bright,

Who taste the pleasures there!
They all are rob’d in spotless white,
And conqu’ring palms they bear.

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4 O what are all my suff'rings here,

If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t appear,

And worship at thy feet!
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,

Take life or friends away:
But let me find them all again

In that eternal day.

;

Millicent.] HYMN 556. 8 lines 3's & 7's. 1 APPY soul, thy days are ended, Go, by angel-guards attended,

To the sight of Jesus go. Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit,

Reaches out the crown of love. 2 Struggle through thy latest passion,

To thy great Redeemer's breast;
To his uttermost salvation,

To his everlasting rest.
For the joy he sets before thee,

Bear a momentary pain;
Die to live a life of glory :

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

Sion.] HYMN 557. 8 lines 8's.

A

What sight upon earth is so fair ? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with

a dead body compare : With solemn delight I survey

The corpse when the spirit is fled ; In love with the beautiful clay,

And longing to lie in its stead.