Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

O let thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine.

2 With thee let every week begin;
With thee each day be spent;
To thee each fleeting hour be given,
Since each by thee is lent.

3 Thus cheer us through this desert road,
Till all our labours cease;-
Till heav'n refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

HYMN. L. M.
Eternity anticipated:

154

1 ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand?
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!-

To guilty souls a dreadful wound!
But O! if Christ and heav'n be mine,
How sweet the accents!—how divine!

3 Be this my chief, my only care

My high pursuit-my ardent pray'rAn interest in the Saviour's blood, My pardon seal'd, and peace with God. 4 But should my brightest hopes be vain; The rising doubts how sharp their pain! My fears, O gracious God, remove, Confirm my title to thy love.

5 Search, Lord-O search my inmost heart,
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heav'n and thee.

THE JUDGMENT.

HYMN. C. M.

155 Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection.

1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay;

I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My great Redeemer ever lives,
My God, my Saviour, comes.
3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear,
High on a royal seat;

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong, immortal eyes,
And feast upon thine unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

HYMN. S. M.

156 Hope of the Resurrection.

1 AND must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And frequent from the skies,
Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love-
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

5 Accept, O Lord, the praise

Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

157

HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

I LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain!

Thousand, thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!

Jesus comes-and comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty!
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see!

3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heav'n and earth shall flee away; All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day"Come to judgment!Come to judgment!-come away." 4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory: Make thy righteous sentence known! O come quickly

Claim the kingdom for thine own!

158

HYMN. 7's.

1 HARK!-that shout of rapt'rous joy, Bursting forth from yonder cloud! Jesus comes!—and through the sky, Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand. 3 See! the Lord appears in view;

Heav'n and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-

Rise to meet him in the sky.
4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

159 HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

1 DAY of judgment-day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge our nature wearing,
Cloth'd in majesty divine!
You, who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, 66 This God is mine!"
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shakem
By his looks, prepare to flee:
Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

4 But to those who have confessed,

Loved and served the Lord below!

He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:
You forever

Shall my love and glory know."

HYMN. C. M.

160 Banishment from God intolerable.

1 THAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joysThou Sov'reign of my heartHow could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the word-" Depart." 3 O wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.

Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

HEAVEN.

HYMN. S. M.
Rest in Heaven.

161

1 OH, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul!
"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or search from pole to pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasur'd by the flight of years—
And all that life is love.

HYMN. C. M.

162 The Peace and Repose of Heaven.

1 THERE is an hour of hallow'd peace For those with cares opprest,

Where sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease, And all be hush'd to rest:

'Tis then the soul is freed from fears

And doubts which here annoy; Then they that oft had sown in tears, Shall reap again in joy.

2 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore:

There purity with love appears,
And bliss without alloy;
There they that oft had sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

« AnteriorContinuar »