Till heav'n refresh our weary souls 154 HYMN. L. M. 1 ETERNITY is just at hand, And shall I waste my ebbing sand? And careless view departing day, And throw my inch of time away? 2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!To guilty souls a dreadful wound! But O! if Christ and heav'n be mine, How sweet the accents!-how divine! 3 Be this my chief, my only care My high pursuit-my ardent pray'r- 5 Search, Lord-O search my inmost heart 155 THE JUDGMENT. HYMN. C. M. Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrectio 1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 3 The mighty Conqu'ror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face 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, 3 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, 4 These lively hopes we owe 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 157 HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's. 1 LO! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain! 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 Claim the kingdom for thine own! 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. 4 Go, and dwell with him above, Cloth'd in majesty divine! Then shall say, "This God is mine!" 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 Shall my love and glory know." 160 HYMN. C. M. Banishment from God intolerable. 1 That awful day will surely come, 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys- And fix my doleful station where 4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name Show me some promise in thy book, 1 OH, where shall rest be found, 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 3 Beyond this vale of tears HYMN. C. M. 162 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; 2 There is a home of sweet repose, There purity with love appears, There they that oft had sown in tears, |