HYMN XXIX.

The Atonement of Christ the Foundation of our Hope at the last Day.

1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear?

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

How then shall I appear?

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,& Who does her sins lament,

The timely tribute of her tears
Shall endless woe prevent.

HYMN XXX.

Gratitude.

1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise;

2 Thy providence my life sustain❜d,
And all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
And hung upon the breast.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
To form themselves in pray'r.

4 Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I'll raise;
For Ŏ! eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.

HYMN XXXI.

The Shortness of Human Life.

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1 How short, how narrow is the
How few the years allow'd to man!
And e'en in these few years he feels
And groans beneath a thousand ills.

2 As springs the flow'r in some gay mead,
Then sudden hangs its drooping head;
So does our boasted strength decay,
And like the shadow flies away...

3 For ev'ry moment that we breathe
We're hast'ning to the gates of death ;
And who can needful help afford
In that sad hour, but thou, O Lord?

4 Then, O most holy! most ador❜d!
O King supreme! O mighty Lord!
Have mercy, when we yield our breath,
Nor doom us to eternal death.

HYMN XXXII.

Luther's Hymn.

GREAT God, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created;
The Judge of mankind doth 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!

HYMN XXXIII.

Missionary Hymn.

1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain.

2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle;
Though ev'ry prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;

In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn ;
The heathen in their blindness,

Bow down to wood and stone.

3 Shall we whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to man benighted,
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story; And you, ye waters, roll; Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole!
Till o'er our ransom'd nature,
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

END OF THE HYMNS.

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GLORIA PATRI.

COMMON MEASURE.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Immortal glory be;

As was, and is, and shall be still, To all eternity!

ANOTHER.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,

Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

SHORT MEASURE.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be;

As 'twas, and is, and shall be so,
To all eternity!