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1. God the Lord a King remaineth,
Robed in His own glorious light;
Glorious is the breaking deep;
Are the perfect verity;
1. That day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!
shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2. When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
3. O, on that day, that dreadful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
SIR WALTER SCOTT.
L. M. 1. God of eternity, from Thee
Did infant Time its being draw; Moments, and days, and months, and years,
Revolve, by Thine unvaried law. 2. Silent and slow, they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows,
The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 3. With 'it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid stream are borne
Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4. Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart
To know the price of every hour,
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
You treat no other friend so ill. 2. Oh! lovely attitude—He stands
With melting heart, and loaded hands;
This matchless kindness to His foes! 3. But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will—the very Friend you need;
4. Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out His enemy and thine,
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 5. Admit Him, ere His anger burn
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Ye heavy-laden sinners! come!
· And raise you to My heavenly home. 2. “ They shall find rest who learn of Me
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
And pride is restless as the wind.
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My grace shall make the burden light. 4. Jesus! we come at Thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
To mold and guide us at Thy will.
For Christ hath shed His blood for you,
O see the purple torrent roll! 2. Behold the Lamb on Calvary,
He sighs, and groans, and dies for thee;
3. Behold the body in the tomb,
The soldiers watching in the gloom;
And bear the Lord of life away.
The clouds His form are hiding now;
forever for His own.
One like the Son of Man appears :
To see the Crucified return.
And let that blood avail for you,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
And cast your gloomy fears away.
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ;
How rich the gift, how free the grace! 3. Dear Saviour ! let Thy powerful love
Confirm our faith-our fears remove;
The time to insure the great reward ;
2. The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie;
Alike unknowing and unknown.
buried in the dust;
4. Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
In the cold grave to which we haste;
1. WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given;
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2. Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave,
And none be found to hear or save.
3. In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise
No Saviour call you to the skies. 4. Silence, and solitude, and gloom,
In those forgetful realms appear;
And hope shall never enter there.