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2 0 might we, Lord, the grace improve ! By lab'ring for the rest of love,
The soul-composing power!. Bless us with that internal peace, And all the fruits of righteousness, Till time shall be no more.
Hymn 292. P. M. And I will shake all nations, and the desire of
all nations shall come. Hag. ii. 7. 1 YOME, Desire of nations, come;
Hasten, Lord, the gen'ral doom :
Then our earthly trials end. 3 Mindful of thy chosen race,
Shorten these vindictive days;
and save thine own. 4 Now destroy the man of sin:
Now thine ancient flock bring in:
Hear us now,
5 Plant the heavenly kingdom here,
Glorious in thy saints appear;
Ô Take to thee the royal power,
Reign when sin shall be no more:
Hymn 293. C. M. And it brought forth wild grapes. Isa. y. 2. iT HE crowd, the poor unthinking crowd,
Refuse thy haud to see;
They will not turn to thee.
They all thy signs despise ;
The anger of the skies.
In wickedness excel, · And revel on the brink of fate,
And sport and dance to hell.
Their pleasures they require,
Hymn 294. C. M.
1 O THOU eternal, righteous Lord,
The praying remnant spare :
And see the coming spare,
2 Our land if yet again thou shake,
Or utterly break down;
And strongly save thy own.
To swallow up its prey; Jesus, thy faithful people hide
In that vindictive day.
We shall not then remove :
Our Lord's redeeming love:
ON DEATH. And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but
after this the judgment. Heb. ix. 27. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord
from henceforth. Rev. xiv. 13.
Hymn 295. C. M. The small and the great are there. Job iii. 19.
TARK! from the tombs a doleful sounds
My ears, attend the cry;
“Where you must shortly lie.
" In spite of all your towers :
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still seeure ?
And yet prepare no more? 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly:
We'll rise above the sky.
Hymn 296. C. M.
I wait till my change come. Job xiv. 14.
thine Lic gasping out his breatb, With Jonging eyes and looks divine,
Smiling, and pleas'd in death:
2 How could we e'en contented lay
Our limbs upon that bed! We ask thipe envoy to convey
Our spirits in his stead. 3 Our souls are rising on the wing,
Would venture in his place : For when grim death has lost his sting,
He has a pleasing face. 4 Joyful I'd lay this body down,
And leave this lifeless clay; Without a sigh, without a groan,
And sing and soar away,
Hymn 297. P. M. The holy city, nei Jerusalem. Rev. xxi. 1 WAY with our sorrow and fear,
The day of eternity come:
Ard mount to our native abode,
The palace of angels and God. 2 Our mourning is all at an end.
When rais'd by the life-giving word;
Adorn'd as a bride for her Lord:
No sorrow can breathe in the air,
No shadow of evil is there! 3 By_faith we already behold
That lovely Jerusalem near;
As crystal her buildings are clear :
She stands as she ever hath stood :
And shines with the glory of God. 4 No need of the sun in that day,
Which never is follow'd by night,
A pure and a permanent light.