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Where the eternal Builder reigns,
And his own court his power sustains.

HYMN 61. C. M.
A thought of death and glory.

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When thou must quit this house of clay,

And iy to unknown lands. 2 [And you, mine eyes, look down and view

The hollow gaping tomb:
This gloomy prison waits for you,

Whene'er the summons come.]
$ Oh! could we die with those that die,

And place us in their stead :
Then would our spirits learn to ily,

And conrerse with the dead.
4 Then we should see the saints above

In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why our souls should love

To dwell with inortal worms. 5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh,

These fetters and this load,
And long for evening to undress,

That we may rest with God.]
6 We should almost forsake our clay

Before the suminons come,
And pray and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.

HYMN 62. C. M. (b) God the thunderer ; or, the last judgment & hell.* 1 VING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts,

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w Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,

Stand trembling at his power.
2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,

He makes the clouds his throne :
There all his stores of lightning lie,

Till vengeance darts them down. 3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams.

And from his awful tongue
A sovereign voice divides the flanies,

And thunder roars along!
de Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,

When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and buri, the sea,

And fling his wrath abroad!
5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do P

He once defy'd the Lord :
But he shall dread the Thunderer now,

And sink beneath his word.
6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,

Tn blast the rebel worın, And beat upon his naked soul

In one eternal storm.

HYMN 63. C. M. 161

A funeral thought.
ARK! froin the tombs, a dolefül sound!

'H AMine ears, attend the cry

" Ye living men, come, view the ground

“Where you must shortly lie. % “ Princes, this clay must be your bed,

“ In spite of all your towers ; “The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head

“ Must lie as low as ours."

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3 Great God, is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepard no more? 4 Grant us the powers of quick’ning grace,

To fit our souls to iy;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 64. L. M. { God the glory and defence of Zion. APPW tbe church, thou sacred place,

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Thine holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God. 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates

A guard of heavenly warriors waits ;
Nor shall thy cleep foundations move,

Fix'd on his counsels and his love. 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage;

Against his throne in vain they rage;
Like rsing waves, witli angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
Then let our souls in Zion dwell,
Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell;
His arms einbrace this happy ground,

Like brazen bulwarks built around.
5 God is our shield, and God our sun;

Swift as the feeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.

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