o He bids the shining orbs roll on, o Then for the trumpet's dreadful blastTo shake it all to dust again! g 5 Yet, when the sound shall tear the skies, o Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes; 0 1 HYMN 14. S. M. Little Marlboro'. [*] WE Welcome to this reviving breast, 2 The King himself comes near, e Here we may sit, and see him here, Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin. -4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, o And sit, and sing herself away HYMN 15. L. M. Sicilian. Gloucester. [*] Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, o 4 Haste then-but with a smiling face- Redeeming grace and dying love. 0 1 HYMN 16. L. M. Oporto. Nantwich. [*] L Part the Second. ORD, what a heaven of saving grace, Shines through the beauties of thy faceAnd lights our passion to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name! e 2 When I can say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine,o I tread the world beneath my feet, And all the earth calls good or great. o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, o 5 [There shall we drink full draughts of bliss, And pluck new life from heavenly trees! -Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow A drop of heaven on worms below. 6 Send comforts down from thy right hand, While we pass through this barren land; And in thy temple let us see A glimpse of love-a glimpse of thee.] HYMN 17. C. M. Mitcham. Arundel. [*] God's Eternity. 01 RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground, Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound, g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his throne; Or Adam form'd, or angels made, Jehovah liv'd alone. -3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, But still maintain their prime; e Eternity's his dwelling place, And ever is his time. o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste. -5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come; p The creatures-look, how old they grow,And wait their fiery doom! o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies;g My God shall live an endless day, When old creation dies. HYMN 18. L. M. Nantwich. [*] "H" The Ministry of Angels. IGH on a hill of dazzling light, The King of glory spreads his seat, And troops of Angels, stretch'd for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2 Go, saith the Lord, my Gabriel, go, Salute the Virgin's fruitful womb; Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, Sing, and proclaim, the Saviour's come! 3 Here, a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands; Anon a heavenly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands. 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord, With cheerful haste, obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.] HYMN 19. C. M. Plymouth. Reading. [b*] Our Frail Bodies, and God our Preserver. 1 LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death, nor danger fear; e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. e 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Strange! that a harp of thousand strings -4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,- o Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust. [brains, d 5 [He spoke and straight our hearts and In all their motions rose; Let blood, said he, flow round the veins! 6 While we have breath to use our tongues, Our Maker we'll adore; His spirit moves our heaving lungs, Or they would breathe no more.] HYMN 20. C. M. Wantage. Bangor. [b] 01 WHY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more, by day, As I have tasted in thy love, -3 When my forgetful soul renews My heart presumes I cannot lose e 4 But, ere one fleeting hour is past, -5 Trifles of nature, or of art, Where will these wild affections roll, 7 [Sin's promis'd joys are turn'd to pain, -But my dear Lord returns again, o 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, e Divine compassion in his eyes, p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, 10 [Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, HYMN 21. L. M. Dresden. [*] A Song of Praise to God the Redeemer. ET the old heathens tune their song But the sweet theme that moves my tongue, e 2 Behold a God descends and dies, e 3 How justice frown'd, and vengeance stood, |