4 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong, immortal eyes,
And feast upon thine unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

156

HYMN. S. M.

Hope of the Resurrection.

1 AND must this body die?

This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And frequent from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love-

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

5 Accept, O Lord, the praise

Of these our humble songs,

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

157

HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

1 LO! He comes, with clouds descending Once for favour'd sinners slain! Thousand, thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train: Hallelujah!

Jesus comes-and comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty!

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see!

3 When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heav'n and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day-
"Come to judgment !—

Come to judgment-come away."
4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the pow'r and glory:
Make thy righteous sentence known!
O come quickly—

158

Claim the kingdom for thine own!

HYMN. 7's.

1 HARK!-that shout of rapt'rous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes-and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view;
Heav'n and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

159

HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

1 DAY of judgment-day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!'
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine!

3 At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea: All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee: Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

4 But to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow;

You forever

Banishment from God intolerable.

1 THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys-
Thou Soy'reign of my heart-
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word-"Depart!"

3 O! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.

4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

1 OH! where shall rest be found?

Rest for the weary soul!

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or search from pole to pole.

The Peace and Repose of Heaven.

1 THERE is an hour of hallow'd peace
For those with cares opprest,

Where sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease,
And all be hush'd to rest:

'Tis then the soul is freed from fears
And doubts, which here annoy;
Then they that oft had sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

2 There is a home of sweet repose,
Where storms assail no more;
The stream of endless pleasure flows
On that celestial shore:

There purity with love appears,

And bliss without alloy;

There they that oft had sown in tears,
Shall reap again in joy.

163

HYMN. L. M.

The Worship of Heaven.

10 FOR a sweet inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns!

2 There, low before his glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall;
And with delightful worship own,
His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all.

3 Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,

And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies.

4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture, while they gaze:
Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There all the foll'wers of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heav'nly choir:
O may the joy inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire!

6 Dear Saviour, let thy spirit seal
Our int'rest in that blissful place;
Till death remove this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.

164

HYMN. 8's and 6's.

The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1 HEAV'N is the land where troubles cease, Where toils and tears are o'er;

The blissful clime of rest and peace,
Where cares distract no more,
And not the shadow of distress
Dims its unsullied blessedness.

2 Heav'n is the place where Jesus lives,
To plead his dying blood;
While to his pray'rs, his Father gives
An unknown multitude,

Whose harps and tongues, through endless days,
Shall crown his head with songs of praise.

3 Heav'n is the dwelling-place of joy,

The home of light and love,
Where faith and hope in rapture die,
And ransom'd souls above

Enjoy, before th' eternal throne,
Bliss everlasting and unknown.