1206. T. 582. THE spirits of the just, Confin'd in bodies, groan, [dust, Till death consigns the corpse to And then the conflict 's done : Jesus who came to save, The Lamb for sinners slain, Hath sanctified the gloomy grave, And made ev'n death our gain. 2 Why should we fear to trust The place where Jesus lay? He'll raise our bodies from the dust, And unto life convey:

Sin's pardon'd, we're secure, Death hath no sting beside; The law gives sin condemning power, But Jesus for us died.

3 Confiding in thy name, Jesus, the church's Head, [frame, We give to earth the breathless Remembering thou wast dead: A bitter death indeed Was thine, O Lamb of God; But from the curse thou hast us By thy atoning blood.

[freed,

4 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, thy victory? He that believes in Christ can sing,

-"He hath redeemed me:'
Trusting in him by faith,
We now the victory gain;
In him we triumph over death,
Who for us rose again.

WHYdowe mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Why should we tremble to convey
Their relics to the tomb?
There the Redeemer's body lay,
And left a long perfume.
3 The graves of all his saints he
And soften'd every bed; [blest,
Where should the dying members
But with the dying Head. [rest,
4 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising-day.

5 Then let the last loud trumpet
And bid our kindred rise; [sound,
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies

1208. T. 102.

WHERE is this infant? It is gone:" To whom? To Jesus who redeem'd it:

It now appears before his throne, Where he continues still to tend it, His favour--for ever

To prove: he doth bear This lamb in his bosom, 'tis safe in his care.

2 He took such in his arms on earth,

And show'd to them peculiar favour; Hence we may know, that from their birth

He is their ever-gracious Saviour:
He gave them,-he takes them,
Whene'er he sees best

For them to come to him, and with

him to rest.

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;
Ye who love the Lord's appearing,
Then shall say, This God is mine:

Gracious Saviour, :||:

Own me on that day as thine.

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea; All the powers of nature shaken, At his call prepare to flee:

Careless sinner, :||:

What will then become of thee? 4 Then to all 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.'

5 Under sorrows and reproaches May this thought our courage raise,

Swiftly God's great day approaches; Sighs will then be changed to We shall triumph :||: [praise: When the world is in a blaze.

1215. T. 132. 'TIS sure that awful time will come When Christ, the Lord of glory, Shall from his throne give men their doom,

And change things transitory: This will strike dumb each impious jeer,

When all things are consumed by fire,

And heav'n and earth dissolved.

2 The wakening trumpet all shall hear,

The dead shall then be raised, And 'fore the judgment-seat appear,

On the right and left hand placed Those in the body at that time Shall, in a manner most sublime, Endure a transmutation.

3 Woe, then, to him that hath deGod's word and revelation, [spis'd And here done nothing but devis'd His lust's gratification: Then, how confounded will he stand, When he must go, at Christ's comTo everlasting torment. [mand, 4 When all with awe shall stand around

To hear their doom allotted, O may my worthless name be found In the Lamb's book unblotted:

Grant me that firm, unshaken faith,
That thou, my Saviour, by thy death
Hast purchas'd my salvation.

5 Before thou shalt as Judge ap-
Plead as my Intercessor, [pear,
And on that awful day declare
That I am thy confessor;
Then bring me to that blessed place,
Where I shall see with open face
The glory of thy kingdom.
6 O Jesus, shorten the delay,
And hasten thy salvation,
That we may see that glorious day
Produce a new creation: [King,
Lord Jesus, come, our Judge and
Come, change our mournful notes,
to sing

Thy praise for ever: Amen.

HARK, the trump of God is heard,
And the archangel's voice on high;
Yea, the Lord himself descends
With a shout that rends the sky;
Lo, the bars of death are burst,
See, the dead in Christ rise first.
2 His blest people, still on earth,
In a moment chang'd, arise,
And with them, in clouds caught up,

Meet their Saviour in the skies; Fears and doubts are far remov'd, Him they see whom here they lov'd. 3 See this transient, mortal life

Swallow'd up eternally : Death, O death, where is thy sting?

Where, O grave, thy victory? Thanks to God, thro' Christ we have Victory over death and grave. 4 Now all tears are wip'd away;

Free from guilt, and fear, & pain, All his ransom'd saints with him

Kings and priests for ever reign:

Henceforth his unbounded grace Is their theme of endless praise. 5 In the hope of all this joy,

Steadfast in the faith of Christ,
Brethren, let us still be found;

Till we shall, when time is o'er,
May we all in love abound,
Live with him for evermore.

1217.

T. 585. LO, he cometh; countless trumpets Midst ten thousand saints and anChrist's appearance usher in : gels

See our Judge and Saviour shine Hallelujah, :||: [slain. Welcome, welcome, Lamb once 2 Now the song of all the saved, "Worthy is the Lamb," resounds; Now resplendent shine his nailprints,

3

Every eye shall see his wounds.
Great his glory; :||:

Every knee to him shall bow.

Every island, sea, and mountain, Earth and heaven flee away; All his enemies confounded Hear the trump proclaim his day: Come to judgment; :||: Stand before the Son of Man. 4 All who love him view his glory, In his bright once marred face Jesus cometh; all his people Now their heads with gladness

Happy mourners, :||: [raise; Lo, on clouds he comes, he comes. 5 See redemption, long expected, On that awful day appear; All his people, once despised, Joyful meet him in the air: Hallelujah, :||:

Saviour, now thy kingdom come.

2 Then, tho' the worms my flesh

devour,

And make my corpse their prey, I know I shall arise with power,

On the last judgment day: When God shall stand upon the earth,

Him these mine eyes shall see, My flesh shall feel a second birth, And ever with him be.

3 Then his own hand shall wipe the From every weeping eye; [tears And pains, and groans, and griefs, Shall cease eternally: [and fears, How long, dear Saviour, O how long,

Shall this bright hour delay? Oh, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day. T. 14.

1219.

WHEN rising from the bed of death,

2 His shame to all will be display'd, However specious here his dress, Who is not in the robe array'd

Of Jesus' perfect righteousness; Who of Christ's fulness ne'er receiv'd,

Will tremble at the judgmentday;

However righteous here believ'd, Then naked must he go away: Haste then to Jesus Christ; thrice happy they,

Who to the mercy-seat have found their way.

1221.*

I see my Maker face to face,
Oh, how shall I appear?

2 If yet while pardon may be found,
Thy mercy I've not sought,
My heartwith inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought,-
3 That thou, O Lord, wilt stand
In majesty severe, [disclos'd
And sit in judgment on my soul:
How then shall I appear?

4 But thou declarest in thy word,
That sinners who to thee,
While here they live, repenting turn,
Shall live eternally.

5 Grant then, that I may favour'd
Full pardon to obtain, [be,
Since Jesus Christ, to save my soul,
Upon the cross was slain.

1220.* T. 592.

THIS transient world is not our home,

No soul finds here or rest or bliss: The man by this vain world o'ercome, Will of salvation surely miss: Jesus alone yields comfort true,

Jesus is pleasure void of pain; His mercies every day are new, His friendship's fire doth still remain: [happy are, The scorn'd selected few thrice Who have in Jesus' love and grace

a share.

here,

And love him truly, shall with fear And trembling seek a sheltering place,

To hide himself from Jesus' face. To feed and tend his dear-bought 3 May Christ continue still to keep, sheep,

Until his ransom'd flock shall be
Gather'd to him eternally.

4 Help us, O Lord, to watch and pray,

That we be ready every day,
To stand before thee thro' thy grace,
And in thy kingdom have a place.
T. 151.
WHEN conscious sinners tremble,
To hear the trumpet's sound,
That bids the dead assemble

1222.

The judgment-seat around; O then among that number

May we thy call obey, Who burst the bands of slumber To view a glorious day.

ARE you form'd a creature new, Cleans'd by Jesus' precious blood? Can you Christ in spirit view,

Reconcil'd by him to God? Rise, to meet the Bridegroom go, Mingle with the virgin-row; Have you oil, you need not fear, Tho' this moment he appear.

2 Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb, Slumber not 'midst worldly care; Let your lamps be all on flame,

For his coming now prepare: Then whene'er you hear the cry, "Lo, theBridegroom draweth nigh," You will not confounded be, But can meet him cheerfully. 3 Let us walk the narrow way, Watchful, cheerful, free from toil, Trim our lamps from day to day, Adding still recruits of oil: Doubly doth the Spirit rest On his happy, peaceful breast, Who himself to praying gives, Who a life of watching lives. T. 588.

1225.*

YE virgins, be

Girt with alacrity;

At midnight cometh He: