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Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.
HYMN 186.

(l. m.)
Heaven seen by Faith.
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His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still;
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views

By faith his mansion in the skies,
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The sight his fainting strength renews,

And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers ;

No more he 'grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.
4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,

To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.
HYMN 187.

(iv. 4.)
" I would not live alway.Job vii. 16.
1 I :

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,

Temptation without, and corruption within :
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
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 !

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XI. DEATH.
HYMN 188.

(c. M.)
Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6.
1 EW are thy days, and full of wo,
man, of woman born!

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Thy doom is written : “ Dust thou art,

" To dust thou shalt return."
2 Behold the emblem of thy state

In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadow's fleeting form

That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Determin'd are the days that fly

Successive o'er thy head:
The number'd hour is on the wing,

That lays thee with the dead.
4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath,

The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man.
HYMN 189.

(c. m.)
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HARK from the tombs a mournful sound ;
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?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace

To raise our souls to thee,
That we may view thy glorious face

To all eternity.

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HYMN 190.

(s. m.)
JOB xiv. 11–14.
THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again :
2 So days, and years, and time,

Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return

Back to the sphere of light : 3 And man when in the grave,

Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake

The slumber of the tomb. 4 O may I find, in death,

A hiding-place with God,
Secure from wo and sin; till call’d

To share his bless'd abode! 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.
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ITAL spark of heav'nly flame!

Quit, О quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away

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What is this absorbs me quite;
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?

Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears!
* Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring !
Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!

o death, where is thy sting!

XII. JUDGMENT.

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HYMN 192.

(c. M.)
HEN, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
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Oh! how shall I appear !
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

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And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shinks,

And trembles at the thought
3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,

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And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh! how shall I appear!
4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

Who does her sins lament,
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Shall endless wo prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thine only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.
HYMN 193.

(S. m.)
1 AND will the Judge descend?

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And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes ?
2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the num'rous guilty throng,

Spread black despair around ?
3“ Depart from me accurs’d,

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" For rebel angels first prepar'd,

" Where mercy never came."
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The mansions of the dead,
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,

What joyful tidings spread !
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Fly to the shelter of his cross,

And find salvation there.
7 So shall that curse remove,

By' which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour

His blessings on your head.

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HYMN 194,

(11. 7.)
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The end of things created !
The Judge

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On clot of glory seated :
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The wheel they contain'd before;

Prepare my soul, to meet him.
2 The dea in Christ shall first arise

As the las, trumpet's sounding,
Caight up to meet him in the skies,

With joy their Lord surrounding :
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,

Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears L

And sighs are unavailing :
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,

All unprepar'd to meet him.
4 Great God, what do I see and hear!

The end of things created !
The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated :
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,

And thus prepare to meet him.

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