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953.* T. 132.
JESUS, by thy almighty pow'r
My soul from death deliver,
In that important awful hour,
When soul and body sever;
Into thy ever faithful hand
My spirit will I then commend,
I trust thou wilt receive it.

2 Tho' guilt would fill my soul with
dread,

Despair and consternation,

I know I need not be afraid,

Since Christ is my salvation [death, His precious blood, his wounds and Shall, when I draw my latest breath, Be my support and comfort.

3 I of his body am a limb, This is my consolation;

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And death between my soul and him LORD, let thy blest angelic bands

Shall make no separation;
He in me, I in him abide,
In him, who for me liv'd and dy'd,
I've found life everlasting.

4 Since he did from the dead arise,
And then ascend victorious,
I likewise in the hope rejoice,
To rise again more glorious;
Thus free from fear, I can in peace
Depart to see him as he is,

And live with him for ever.

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THE spirits of the just,

Confin'd in bodies, groan,

Convey my soul into thy hands,
When soul and body sever;
My body, tho' reduc'd to dust,
Thou wilt (O Lord, I firmly trust)
Once raise to live for ever.
Then shall I see thee face to face,
In everlasting joy and peace,
And sing, with all the saints above,'
The wonders of redeeming love.
O Christ, my Lord, :||: I'll thee adore
Here, and above, for evermore.

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CONFIDING in thy name,
Jesus, the church's Head,

Till death consigns the corpse to dust,We give to earth the breathless frame,

And then the conflict's done.

2 Jesus, who came to save,
(The Lamb for sinners slain,)
Hath sanctify'd the gloomy grave,
And made ev'n death our gain.
3 Why should we fear to trust

The place where Jesus lay?
He'll raise our bodies from the dust,
And unto life convey.

4 Sin's pardon'd-I'm secure;
Death hath no sting beside:
The law gives sin condemning pow'r,
But Jesus for me dy'd.

Rememb'ring thou wast dead:

A bitter death indeed

Was thine, O Lamb of God;
But from the curse thou hast us freed,
By thy atoning blood.

2 O death where is thy sting?
O grave, thy victory?

He that believes in Christ can sing:
"He hath redeemed me!"
Trusting in him by faith.
We now the vict'ry gain;
In him we triumph over death,
Who for us rose again.

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Thy mortal life, and now always
Beholdest Jesus face to face;
The holy angels did convey
Thy soul to realms of endless day,
There bless thee, God the Father, and
the Son,

HOW sweetly this our brother sleeps, And Holy Ghost, Jehovah Three in

Enjoying endless peace,

The grave, wherein his Saviour lay, Is now his resting-place.

One,

Thou there ador'st the Lamb that sitteth on the throne.

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XXXIX. Of Christ's Coming to Judgment.

963.* T. 132.

'TIS sure that awful time will come, When Christ, the Lord of glory, Shall from his throne give men their doom,

And change things transitory: This will strike dumb each impious jeer, When all will be consum'd by fire,

And heav'n and earth dissolved, 2 The wak'ning trumpet all shall hear, The dead shall then be raised, And 'fore the judgment-seat appear, On th' right and left hand placed; Those in the body at that time Shall, in a manner most sublime,

Endure a transmutation.

3 Woe then to him, that hath despis'd,
God's word and revelation,
And here done nothing but devis'd
His lust's gratification;

Then how confounded will he stand,
When he must go, at Christ's command,
To everlasting torment!

4 When all with awe shall stand around
To hear their doom allotted,
O may my worthless name be found
In the Lamb's book unblotted;
Grant me that firm, unshaken faith
That thou, my Saviour, by thy death

Hast purchas'd my salvation.

5 Before thou shalt as judge appear,
Plead as my Intercessor;
And on that awful day declare
That I am thy confessor,
Then bring me to that blessed place
Where I shall see, with open face,
The glory of thy kingdom.
6 O Jesus, shorten the delay,

And hasten thy salvation,
That we may see that glorious day
Produce a new creation :
Lord Jesus, come, our Judge and King,
Come, change our mournful notes, to
sing

Thy praise for ever! Amen.

. 964. T. 581. HARK! the trump of God is heard, And th' archangel's voice on high; Yea, the Lord himself descends

With a shout that rends the sky;
Lo! the bars of death are burst,

See the dead in Christ rise first ;
2 His blest people, still on earth,
In a moment chang'd, all rise
In the clouds, caught up with them,
Meet their Saviour in the skies;
Fears and doubts are far remov'd,
Him they see, whom here they lov'd.
3 See this transient mortal life
Swallow'd up eternally!

Death, O death, where is thy sting?
Thanks to God, thro' Christ we have
Where, O grave, thy victory?
Vict'ry over death and grave.

4 Now all tears are wip'd away;

Free from curse and free from pain, All Christ's people now with him

Kings and priests for ever reign.
Henceforth his unbounded grace
Is their theme of endless praise.
5 In the hope of all this joy,

Brethren, let us still be found;
Stedfast in the faith of Christ,

May we all in love abound, Till we shall, when time is o'er, Live with him for evermore.

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LO! he cometh! countless trumpets
Christ's appearance usher in!
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See our Judge and Saviour shine!
Hallelujah! :||:
Welcome, welcome, slaughter'd Lamb!

2 Now the song of all the saved,

Worthy is the Lamb! resounds: Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds!

They who pierc'd him :||: Shall at his appearing wail.

S Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain,

away;

Earth and heaven flee
All his enemies confounded

Hear the trump proclaim his day:
Come to judgment! :||:

Stand before, the Son of man!

4 All who love him view his glory,
In his bright, once marred face:
Jesus cometh, all his people

Now their heads with gladness raise:
Happy mourners! :||:

Lo, on clouds he comes! he comes !
5 See redemption, long expected,
On that awful day appear;
All his people, once despised,
Joyful meet him in the air:
Hallelujah! :||:

Now the promis'd kingdom comes !
966.
T. 590.
MY faith shall triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,

My God, my Saviour comes:
Ere long I know he shall appear
In pow'r and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.
2. Then, tho' the worms my flesh devour,
And make my corpse their prey,
I know I shall arise with pow'r,
On the last judgment-day:
When God shall stand upon the earth,
Him these mine shall
eyes see,
My flesh shall feel a second birth,

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And ever with him be.

3 Then his own handshall wipe the tears
From ev'ry weeping eye;
And pains, & groans, & griefs, and fears,
Shall cease eternally;
How long, dear Saviour, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Oh, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
And bring the welcome day.

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WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

Oh, how shall I appear?

12 If yet while pardon may be found,
Thy mercy I've not sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:

3 That thou, O Lord, wilt stand disclos'd
In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul;
How then shall I appear?

4 But thou declarest in thy word,
That sinners who to thee,
While here they live, repenting turn,
Shall live eternally.

5 Grant that I never may despair
Full pardon to obtain,
Since Jesus Christ, to save my soul,
Upon the cross was slain.

968. T. 166. ACCORDING to my state on earth Will the decisive sentence be;

They who have felt the second birth,

The second death shall never see;
But if from hence I take my flight
A captive to the tyrant sin,
Farewel to ev'ry cheering light,
A scene of darkness must begin.

THIS transient world is not our home.
969,* T. 592.

No soul finds here or rest, or bliss;
The man by this vain world o'ercome
Will of salvation surely miss:
Jesus alone yields comfort true,

Jesus is pleasure void of pain;
His mercies ev'ry day are new,

The scorn'd selected few thrice happyare
His friendship's fire doth still remain.
Who have in Jesus' love & grace a share.
2 His shame to all will be display'd,

However specious here his dress,
Who is not in the robe array'd

Of Jesus' perfect righteousness
Who of Christ's fulness ne'er receiv'd,
Will tremble at the judgment-day;
However righteous here believ'd,

Then naked must he go away:[they
Haste then to Jesus Christ; thrice happy
Who to the mercy-seat have found thei
way!

970.* T. 22.

REJOICE, thou happy little flock, Which grounded firm on Christ the Rock,

Shalt dwell with him in lasting day, When heav'n and earth shall pass away. 2 Who doth not turn to him while here, And love him truly, shall with fear And trembling, seek a shelt'ring place, To hide himself from Jesus' face.

3 May Christ continue still to keep, To feed and tend his dear-bought sheep,

Until his ransom'd flock shall be
Gather'd to him eternally.

4 Help us, O Lord, to watch and pray,
That we be ready ev'ry day,
To stand before thee thro' thy grace,
And in thy kingdom have a place.

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ARE you form'd a creature new, Cleans'd by Jesus' precious blood, Can you Christ in spirit view,

Reconcil'd by him to God;
Rise, to meet the Bridegroom, go,
Mingle with the virgin-row,
Have you oil, you need not fear,

Tho' this moment he appear.
2 Rise, go forth to meet the Lamb,
Slumber not, 'midst worldly care;
Let your lamps be all on flame,

For his coming now prepare:
Then whene'er ye hear the cry,
Lo, the Bridegroom draweth nigh,
You will not confounded be,
But can meet him cheerfully.

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