Let death and hell, through all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariots shake 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 flames,
And thunder rolls along.

p 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,
When this incensed God

Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad!

5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defy'd the Lord!
But he will dread the Thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his word.
6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm,-
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.]

HYMN 63. C. M. Bishopsgate. [*]
A Funeral Thought.

• 1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound!

Mine ears attend the cry

d 'Ye living men, come view the ground, 'Where you must shortly lie.

2 '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.'

p 3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure!

Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!

-4 Grant us the powers of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;

o Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 64. L. M. Green's. All Saints. [*]
God, the Glory and Defence of Zion.

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APPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace;

Thy 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; g Nor shall thy deep foundations move,Fix'd on his counsels and his love. 0 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage; Against his throne in vain they rage; Like rising waves, with angry_roar That dash, and die upon the shore. o 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell: His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. s 5 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace; And we reflect his brightest praise.

HYMN 65. C. M. Canterbury. [*]
Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth.
HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all:-
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

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HYMN 66. C. M. Sunday. [*]
A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

o 2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-with'ring flowers:
e Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

b 3 (Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;

-So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

p 4 But tim❜rous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger, shiv'ring on the brink,
And fear to launch away.)

-5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,

And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!-

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er-

o Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

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HYMN 67. C. M. Arundel. [*]

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God's eternal Dominion.

REAT God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
g Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.
2 Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
a Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

-3 Nature and time quite naked lie,
To thine immense survey,-
From the formation of the sky,
To the great, burning day.

g 4 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view;

To thee there's nothing old appears-
Great God! there's nothing new.

e 5 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, And vex'd with trifling cares ;

g While thine eternal thoughts move on Thine undisturb'd affairs.

a 6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we!

Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee!

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HYMN 68. C. M. Barby. St. Ann's. [*]
The humble Worship of God.
ATHER, I long, I faint, to see
The place of thine abode;

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o I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat, my God!

-2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight;

o But, to abide in thine embrace Is infinite delight.

-3 I'd part with all the joys of sense,
To gaze upon thy throne;

Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

o 4 There all the heavenly hosts are seen;
In shining ranks they move;
And drink immortal vigour in,

With wonder and with love.

p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear,
Th' adoring armies fall:

With joy they shrink to nothing there,
Before th' eternal ALL.

6 [There would I vie with all the host,
In duty and in bliss:

While less than nothing-I could boast,
And vanity-confess.]

-7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie;

Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.

HYMN 69. C. M. Christmas. [*]

The Faithfulness of God in the Promises.

1[BEGIN, my tongue, some heavenly theme,

And speak some boundless thing,

g The mighty works, or mightier NameOf our eternal King.

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, And sound his power abroad;

e Sing the sweet promise of his grace, And the performing God.

0 3 Proclaim-Salvation from the Lord, For wretched, dying men;

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-His hand has writ the sacred word,
With an immortal pen.

g 4 Engrav'd, as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;

Nor can the powers of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

e 5 He who can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when he please!

o He speaks, and that almighty breath Fulfils his great decrees.

6 (His very word of grace is strong, As that which built the skies; The voice that rolls the stars along

Speaks all the promises.

d 7 He said, Let the wide heaven be spread, And heaven was stretch'd abroad; Abra'am, I'll be thy God, he said,

And he was Abra'am's God.)

e 8 Oh, might I hear thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine!

-Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost divine.

o 9 How would my leaping heart rejoice,
And think my heaven secure!

o I trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more.]

HYMN 70. L. M. [*]

God's Dominion over the Sea. Ps. cvii, 23, &c.

1[GOD of the seas, thy thund'ring voice

Makes all the roaring waves rejoice!

And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent in the sand.

2 If but a Moses waves his rod,
The sea divides, and owns its God:
The stormy floods their Maker knew,
And let his chosen armies through.
3 The scaly shoals amidst the sea
To thee, their Lord, a tribute pay;