And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be search'd and purified.
4 Then, with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fix'd his dwelling there.
Doversdale 208. Job 246. Old 100.
PRAISE GOD from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host:
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Eternity joyful and tremendous.
Elmdon 318. Dulwich 361. Wareham 117.
TERNITY is just at hand!
And shall I waste my ebbing sand,
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!
To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But, oh! if Christ and heaven be mine,
How sweet the accents! how divine!
3 Be this my chief, my only care,
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer;
An interest in the Saviour's blood-
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.
4 But should my brightest hopes be vain!
The rising doubt, how sharp its pain?
My fears, O gracious God, remove;
Speak me an object of thy love.
5 Search, Lord! Ŏ search my inmost heart,
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.
Death and the Grave.-Doddridge.
186. FOTHERINGAY. Penitents 226. Admiration 235.
OVEREIGN of life, before thine eye,
Lo, mortal men by thousands die!
One glance from thee at once brings down
The proudest brow that wears a crown.
2 Banish'd at once from human sight
To the dark grave's unchanging night,
Imprison'd in that dusty bed,
We hide our solitary head.
3 The friendly band, no more shall greet
Accents familiar once, and sweet:
No more the well-known features trace,
No more renew the fond embrace.
4 Yet if my Father's faithful hand
Conduct me thro' this gloomy land,
My soul with pleasure shall obey,
And follow, where he leads the way.
5 He nobler friends, than here I leave,
In brighter, surer worlds can give;
Or, by the beamings of his eye,
A lost creation well supply.
Desiring to depart and to be with Christ.
Deliverance 315. Staines 322.
HILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be,
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about
my heart!
For 'tis far better to depart.
3 Come, ye angelic envoys! come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home!
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of
your own. 4 That blissful interview, how sweet! To fall transported at his feet! Rais'd in his arms, to view his face, Thro' the full beamings of his grace! 5 As with a seraph's voice to sing! To fly as on a cherub's wing! Performing with unwearied hands, The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet with these prospects full in sight We'll wait thy signal for the flight: For, while thy service we pursue, We find a heaven in all we do.
Wisdom of redeeming Time.-DODDRIDGE.
Doversdale 208. Contrition 270. Timsbury 283.
GOD
OD of eternity, from thee
Did infant time his being draw;
Moments, and days, and months, and years, Revolve by thine unvaried law.
2 Silent and slow they glide away!
Steady and strong the current flows;
Lost in eternity's wide sea-
The boundless gulf from whence it rose.
3 With it the thoughtless sons of men,
Before the rapid streams are borne,
On to that everlasting home,
Whence not a soul can e'er return.
4 Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy flattering show,
We gaze, in fond amazement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great Source of wisdom! teach my heart
To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear me on to joys,
Beyond its measure and its power.
Missionary Encouragement; or, the Fields white to the Harvest.-C. WESLEY.
187. Mare Street 234. Foundling 245. Transport 403.
1 LIFT up your eyes, ye sons of light,
Triumphant with my Lord, and me,
Look on the fields and see them white,
Already white to harvest see.
2 Mov'd by the Spirit's softest wind,
The sinners to their Saviour turn,
Their hearts are all as one inclin'd,
Their hearts are bow'd as waving corn.
3 The Reaper too receives his hire
Fill'd with unutterable peace;
But further still his hopes aspire,
And labour for eternal bliss.
4 The ripest fruit he gathers there,
The fullness of his vast reward,
Ordain'd the Sower's joy to share,
And reign triumphant with his Lord.
God a Judge and a Saviour.—
ANONYMOUS.
JUDGMENT. Admiration 235. Timsbury 283.
1 BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar,
Soon must assembled worlds appear,
And every deed, and word, and thought,
Shall into judgment then be brought.
2 Then all shall hear their righteous doom
Of wrath, or endless joy to come;
And each receive his just reward,
Of bliss or vengeance, from the Lord.
3 Dear Lord, it was their highest joy,
To save where sin did once destroy;
While thund'ring vengeance rolls above,
We trust in thy redeeming love.
4 Hail! God of unexampled grace!
All heav'n shall sound thine endless praise:
High glories to the dying Lamb,
Who death by his own death o'ercame. Hallelujah!
Worthy the Lamb! Praise the Lord! Amen!
The last Day.-ANONYMOUS.
189. Old England 219. Angels' Hymn 60. Luther's 301.
METHINKS the last great day is come!
Methinks I hear the trumpet sound,
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