1. Ar evening time, let there be light; Life's little day draws near its close; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
2. At evening time, let there be light; Stormy and dark hath been my day; Yet rose the morn divinely bright- Dews, birds, and blossoms, cheered the way; O, for one sweet, one parting ray— At evening time, let there be light.
3. At evening time, there shall be light, For God hath spoken-it must be; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight, His glory now is risen on me;
Mine eyes shall His salvation see; 'Tis evening time-and there is light.
1. On! strange infirmity to think That He will leave my soul to sink In hopeless darkness and distress— Who has appeared in times of old, Who saved me while the billows rolled, And cheered me with His loving grace.
2. What sweeter pledge could God bestow, Of help in future scenes of woe,
Than grace and joy already given? But unbelief, that hateful thing, Oft makes me sigh, when I should sing Of peace and confidence in heaven!
1. 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 contained before: Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
2. The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
3. But sinners, filled with guilty fears, Behold His wrath prevailing; For they shall rise, and find their tears And sighs are unavailing: The day of grace is past and gone; Trembling they stand before the throne, All unprepared to meet Him.
4. Great God! what do I see and hear! The end of things created! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated: Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.
1. THE Lord will come; the earth shall quake. The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And, withering, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light.
2. The Lord will come, but not the same As once in lowly form he came; A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead. 3. The Lord will come-a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind.
4. Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride? O God, is this the Crucified?
5. While sinners in despair shall call, "Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing "The Lord is come!"
1. SHALL man, O God of light and life! Forever molder in the grave? Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work, Thy promise, and Thy power to save?
2. In those dark, silent realms of night, Shall peace and hope no more arise? No future morning light the tomb, Nor day-star gild the darksome skies?
3. Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears!
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang, Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praise and wonder rang.
4. Faith sees the bright eternal doors
Unfold to make her children way; They shall be clothed with endless life, And shine in everlasting day.
5. The trump shall sound-the dead shall wake, From the cold tomb the slumberers spring; Through heaven, with joy, their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour and their King.
1. O FOR those solitary hours,
When grace descends in silent showers; When all the Visible withdraws In solemn, fitful, awful pause; And memory, like a glassy sea, Looks up in calmness, Lord, to Thee! 2. Then, let Thine image on this heart Be deeply felt in every part: Each motion of the will subdue- Inform, correct, instruct, renew; The motives guide-the thoughts refine, Thyself the type, from line to line! 3. Eternal, brooding, glorious Dove! Breathe sweetly from Thy throne above: The might of every wave control- Be Thou the conscience of my soul; Till self-absorbed, I sit and sing Beneath the shadow of Thy wing.
1. HE sendeth sun, He sendeth shower; Alike they 're needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
2. Can loving children e'er reprove
With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator! I would ever be
A trusting, loving child to Thee: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
3. O ne'er will I at life repine!
Enough that Thou hast made it mine; When falls the shadow cold of death, I yet will sing, with parting breath- As comes to me or shade or sun, Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!
1. WHY weep for those, frail child of woe, Who've fled and left thee mourning here! Triumphant o'er their latest foe,
They glory in a brighter sphere.
2. Weep not for them; beside thee now Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow
O'er those who bliss of angels share.
3. Or round their Father's throne above, With raptured voice, His praise they sing, Or on His messages of love
They journey with unwearied wing.
4. Space can not check, thought can not bound, The high exulting souls, whom He, Who formed these million worlds around, Takes to His own eternity.
5. Then weep no more-their voices raise The song of triumph high to God, And wouldst thou join their song of praise, Walk humbly in the path they trod.
1. WHY should we start, and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are '
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
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