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. O THOU that wouldst not have Who diedst thyself my soul to save Show me the way to shun That when thou comest on thy throne, Thou art thyself the way, Thyself in me reveal; So shall I spend my life's short day So shall I love my God, Because he first lov'd me, And praise thee in thy bright abode Kennebeck.] HYMN 552. 4 8's & 2 6's. ND am I only born to die? AN And must I suddenly comply 2 How then ought I on earth to live, 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, If now the Judge is at the door, 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, How make mine own election sure; 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray, 1 Ah! write the pardon on my heart! Axbridge.] HYMN 553. C. M. GOD! our help in ages past, 2 Under the shadow of thy throne; 3 Before the hills in order stood, From everlasting thou art God, 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night, 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 7 O God! our help in ages past, 2 3 Aylesbury.] HYMN 554. S. M. ND must this body die, A This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Corruption, earth, and worms, Till my triumphant spirit comes 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 6 And every shape, and every face, These lively hopes we owe, Saviour, accept the praise Shields.] HYMN 555. C. M. ND let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 2 In hope of that immortal crown And wipe away his servant's tears, 3 0 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, X 4 O what are all my suff'rings here, 1 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, But let me find them all again Millicent.] HYMN 556. 8 lines 8's & 7's. HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below; Go, by angel-guards attended, Lo! the Saviour stands above; Reaches out the crown of love. 2 Struggle through thy latest passion, To his everlasting rest. Die to live a life of glory: Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. Sion.] HYMN 557. 8 lines 8's. 1A What sight upon earth is so fair? H! lovely appearance of death, Not all the gay pageants that breathe |