(11 7.)

6 Ye sinners, seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear; 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 awsul day shall pour His blessings on your head.

HYMN 194. 1 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 :
The trumpet sounds; the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;

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

At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught 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

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

Al 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.

HYMN 195.

St. Luke xiii. 24–27.
I SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate,

Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,

When too late to offer pray’r.
2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,

And for ever bar the skies :

(IIL L.)

Then, though sinners cry without,
He will say,

“ I know you not.” 3 Mournfully will they exclaim;

“ Lord ! we have profess'd thy name; “ We have eat with thee, and heard

Heav'nly teaching in ihy word.” 4 Vain, alas! will be their plea,

Workers of iniquity;
Sad their everlasting lot;
Christ will say, I know you not.”

XIII.

ETERNITY.

HYMN 196.

(S. M.)

1 OH! where shall rest be found !

Rest for the weary soul: "Twere vain the oceai'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

There is a life above, Unmeasur'd ly the flight of years;

And all that life is love. 4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath:: Oh! what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death! 5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be driven from thy face,

For evermore undone.

(C. M;

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,

They fade upon the sight;
And quickly will their brightest day

Be lost in endless night.

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain !

With conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,

O’ershade the smiling noon.
4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades!
5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospects rise,

Unconscious of decay.
6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aim ! With one reviving touch of thine

Our languid hearts inflame. ? Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring

Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 198.

(C. M.) I COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,

Inspire each lifeless tongue; And let the joys of heav'n impart

Their influence to our song. 2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,

And discord there shall cease; And perfect joy, and love sincere,

Adorn the realms of peace. 3 The soul from sin for ever free,

Shall mourn its power no more; But, cloth'd in spotless purity,

Redeeming love adore. 4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright!)

Th' exalted Saviour shines; And beams ineffable delight

On all the heav'nly minds.
5 There shall the foll’wers of the Lamb

Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.
6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,

Our feeble notes inspire;
Till, in thy blissful courts above,

We join the angelic choir.

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HYMN 199.

(C. M.) 1 THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-fading flow'rs;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heav'nly land from ours.
3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,

Stand dress'd in living green ;
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,

While Jordan roll'd between.
4 But tim'rous mortals start, and shrink

To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With faith's illumind eyes!
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's streams, not death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
HYMN 200.

(C. M.) 1 SHOULD nature's charms, to please the eye,

In sweet assemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop and die,

Jesus, compard with thine.
2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,

And vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,

Her beauty is no more.
3 But, ah! how far from mortal sight

The Lord of glory dwells !
A veil of interposing night

His radiant conceals.
4 O could my longing spirit rise

On strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,

My Saviour and my King!
5 There thousands worship at thy feet,
And there, (divine employ!)

The triumphs of thy love repeat

In songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day

O’er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?
HYMN 201.

(III. L.) Revelation vii. 9, &c. 1 WHO are these in bright array ?

This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day
Tuning their triumphant song?
6 Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
“ Blessing, honour, glory, power,
“ Wisdom, riches, to obtain ;.

“ New dominion ev'ry hour.”
2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,
Seal'd with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in ev'ry hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand. 3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,

On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.

XIV. MISCELLANEOUS.

C. M.)

HYMN 202.

Genesis xxviii. 20, 21. 1 GOD of our fathers! by whose hand

Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;

Conduct us to our rest.
2 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wand'ring footsteps guide; Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide. 3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around,

Till all our wand'rings cease,