2 Who were the dead? The sons of time In every age, and state, and clime, Renown'd, dishonour'd, or forgot, The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living? On the the ground Where prayer is heard, and mercy found; Where, in the period of a span, The mortal makes th' immortal man. 4 Who are the living? They whose breath Draws every moment nigh to death; Of bliss, or woe, th' eternal heirs ; Oh what an awful choice is theirs! 5 Then timely warn'd may we begin To follow Christ, and flee from sin; Daily grow up in Him our Head, Lord of the living and the dead. 197. Praise. 8,6. THOU God of pow'r and God of love, 2 Thee, as our God, we also claim; Who bore the curse to sinners due, 3 The veil that hides Thy glory, rend; Here to each heart Thyself reveal, 198. Prayer for Missionaries. C.M. GREAT God, the nations of the earth And in Thy works, by all beheld, 2 But, Lord, Thy greater love has sent 3 Lord, when shall these glad tidings spread 4 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt And build on sin's demolish'd throne ROCK of ages, cleft for me! Let me hide myself in Thee! Let the water and the blood, SEVENS. From Thy wounded side which flow'd, 2 Not the labour of my hands All for sin could not atone; Let me hide myself in Thee! 200. Christ dying, rising, reigning. L.M.D. HE dies! the friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies! A sudden trembling shakes the ground! Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For Him who groan'd beneath your load; He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richest blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men! But lo! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again! The rising God forsakes the tomb, Up to His Father's courts He flies, Cherubic legions guard Him home, And shout Him welcome to the skies! 3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our Great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how He spoil'd the hosts of hell, 201. Spread of the Gospel. SEVENS. COME, thou mighty King of kings, 2 Thou hast mercy still in store 3 Where th' impostor's* crescents wave, Plant Thy blood-stain'd banner, Lord, 4 Thus shall earth's extended frame THERE is a dwelling-house above, Thither to meet the God of love The poor in spirit go; There is a paradise of rest, 8,6. For contrite hearts and souls distress'd Its streams of comfort flow. Mohammed. 2 There is a goodly heritage, 3 Lord, be it mine, like them to choose, The means Thy love hath given : Be holiness my aim on earth, 203. Imputed Righteousness. L.M. JESUS, Thy blood and righteousness My beauty are, my glorious dress; 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 This spotless robe the same appears When ruin'd nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue; The robe of Christ is ever new.. 3 When from the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies; E'en then shall this be all my plea, Jesus hath liv'd and died for me! 4 Oh let the dead now hear Thy voice; Bid, Lord, Thy banished ones rejoice; Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus the Lord our righteousness. 204. The Stony Heart. OH for a glance of heavenly day, L.M. To take this stubborn stone away; |