There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns: 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul! XI. DEATH. HYMN 188. Job. xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. 1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo, O man, of woman born! Thy doom is written: "Dust thou art, 2 Behold the emblem of thy state The number'd hour is on the wing, 4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, That bounds the few and weary days HYMN 189. (C. M.) (C. M.) 1 HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound; Mine ears attend the cry; "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 tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head "Must lie as low as ours." 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, Job xiv. 11-14. 1 THE mighty flood that rolls 2 So days, and years, and time, 3 And man, when in the grave, 4 0 may I find, in death, A hiding-place with God, 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief. HYMN 191. 1 VITAL spark of heav'nly flame! 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, What is this absorbs me quite; (8. M) 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, That faith in Christ's atoning blood 5 Then never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son has died HYMN 193. 1 AND will the Judge descend? 2 And from his righteous lips 3 Shall this dread sentence sound; And through the num'rous guilty throng Depart from me, accurs'd, "To everlasting flame, "For rebel angels first prepar'd, "Where mercy never came." 4 How will my heart endure The terrors of that day: When earth and heav'n before his face 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes The mansions of the dead, Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, (C. M.) (S. M.) 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; 7 So shall that curse remove, HYMN 194. 1 GREAT God, what do I see and hear! On clouds of glory seated: The trumpet sounds; the graves restore 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise On those prepar'd to meet him. For they shall rise, and find their tears 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! When heav'n and earth shall pass away, HYMN 195. St. Luke xiii. 24-27. 1 SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate, Enter ere it be too late; Many ask to enter there, 2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, (IL 7) (IIL 1.) 1 OH! where shall rest be found! Rest for the weary soul: "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either 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 Unmeasur'd by the flight of years; 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Lord God of truth and grace, HYMN 197. 2 Corinthians iv. 18. 1 HOW long shall earth's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies! 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, And quickly will their brightest day (C. M.) |