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4 All to the great tribunal haste,
Th’ account to render there ;
Lord how should we appear! 5 May they, that Jesus whom they preac)
Their own Redeemer see;
That they may watch for thee, 168
L. M. Illness of a Minister. ANON 1 O
THOU, before whose gracious throne
We bow our suppliant spirits down On thee we call, to thee we cry,
And let our sorrows pierce the sky.
Nor turn aside thy people's pray'r;
Nor smite the shepherd of the flock. 3 Restore him sinking to the grave, Stretch out thine arm, make haste to
save; Back to our hopes and wishes give, And bid our friend and father live.
Yet if our supplications fail,
L. M. The Pastor's wish. GIBBONS.
MY Y brethren, from my heart belov'd,
Whose welfare fills my frequent
The word of exhortation hear. 12 Stand fast upon the solid rock
Of the Redeemer's righteousuess ;
S. M. Death of a Minister. ANON
Rest from thy lov'd employ;
Enter thy Master's joy.
2 Bent on these glorious toils,
The world to bim was loss,
He hung upon the cross.
The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease ;
His soul is found in peace.
4 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
Cries escape to the mountain,
Hallelujah to the Lamb
When we pass over Jordan. 2 In Jesus rejoice
3 Our Jesus proclaims
His name all victorious,
When escap'd to the shore,
HAI I COME,ye sinners, poor and wretch
Come—'tis mercy's welcome hou
He is able,