1 2 4 5 6 80. The midnight cry.-Matt. xxv. 1-13. With all the dead, awake, Oil in your vessels take: He comes, He comes, to call The nations to his bar, And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are; Make ready for your full reward, Go, meet Him in the sky, Your everlasting friend; Your head to glorify, With all his saints ascend; Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, his face. Ye, that have here received The unction from above, And in his Spirit lived Obedient to his love: Jesus shall claim you for his bride; Rejoice with all the sanctified. Rejoice, in glorious hope Of that great day unknown, To stand before his throne, Call'd to partake the marriage feast, Then let us wait to hear The trumpet's welcome sound; May we be watching found; Enrobed in righteousness divine, 81. The different lots of the righteous and the wicked.- 1 How dreadful is the sinner's fate, 2 But we who now thy grace implore, 82. Christ served in ministering to his brethren.-Matt. xxv. 40. 1 HIGH on a throne of radiant light 2 But Thou hast brethren here below, And wilt confess their humble names 3 Thy face with reverence and with love O rather let me beg my bread, 83. The Sower.-Mark iv. 3. 1 LORD of the harvest! God of grace! In vain we plant without thine aid, 2 May no vain thoughts, those birds of prey, Nor anxious cares, those baleful thorns, 3 Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock, Where but the blade can spring; Which scorch'd with heat becomes by noon A dead, a useless thing. 4 Let not the joys thy gospel gives A transient rapture prove; Nor may the world by smiles and frowns 5 But may our hearts, like fertile soil, 84. Taking up the Cross.-Mark viii. 34. 1 AND must I part with all I have, Jesus, my Lord, for Thee? This is my joy, since Thou hast done 2 Yes, let it go:-one look from Thee For all the losses I sustain Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, 4 Saviour of souls, while I from Thee 85. Forsaking all to follow Christ.-Mark x. 28. 1 JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me ; 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, 4 Man may trouble and distress me, "Twill but drive me to thy breast, Something still to do or bear. Think what Father's smiles are thine, Think that Jesus died to win thee: 6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer, Heaven's eternal days before thee, 86. The Song of Simeon.-Luke ii. 29. 2 Since at length my aged eye 3 Sun of Righteousness, to Thee, 87. Christ a complete Saviour.-Luke iv. 18, 19. 1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long; |