2. The great, mysterious Deity, Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with praise, Of everlasting light. 3. The Father, shining on His throne, 4. In hope of that ecstatic pause, C. WESLEY. 1. I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay, Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way. The few lucid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2. I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb, Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies. 3. Who, who would live alway, away from his God; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:-4. Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. MUHLENBERG, 1. OH Saviour, whose mercy, severe in its kindness, Hath chastened my wanderings, and guided my way, Adored be the power that hath pitied my blindness, And weaned me from phantoms that smiled to betray. 2. Enchanted with all that was dazzling and fair, I followed the rainbow-I caught at the toy; And still in displeasure Thy goodness was there, Disappointing the hope, and defeating the joy. 3. The blossom blushed bright, but a worm was below; The moonlight shone fair, there was blight in the beam; Sweet whispered the breeze, but it whispered of woe: And bitterness flowed in the soft, flowing stream. 4. Só, cured of my folly, yet cured but in part, Í turned to the refuge Thy pity displayed; And still did this eager and credulous heart Weave visions of promise, that bloomed but to fade. 5. I thought that the course of the pilgrim to heaven Would be bright as the summer, and glad as the morn; Thou show'dst me the path, it was dark and uneven, All rugged with rock, and all tangled with thorn. 6. I dreamed of celestial rewards and renown, I grasped at the triumph that blesses the brave; I asked for the palm branch, the robe, and the crown, I asked, and Thou show'dst me a cross and a grave! 7. Subdued and instructed, at length to Thy will, My hopes, and my wishes, my all I resign; O give me a heart that can wait and be still, Nor know of a wish or a pleasure but Thine. 8. There are mansions exempted from sin and from woe, But they stand in a region by mortals untrod, There are rivers of joy-but they roll not below, There is rest-but it dwells in the presence of God. 1185. 12s. GRANT. 1. THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain; We'll praise Him again, when we pass over 2. Ye souls that are wounded! O flee to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy-'t is infinite favor; Your sins are increasing-escape to the mountain— His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain. Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 3. O Jesus! ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell, Thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and men raise the shout of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 4. With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we'll praise Him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river, And sing of salvation forever and ever! Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. THORNBY. 1. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. 2. Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless hath died. 3. Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansions forsaking, What though thy weak spirit in fear lingered long: The sunshine of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou hearest was the ser aphim's song. 4. Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, For God was thy ransom, thy Guardian, and He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore 1187. thee; And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died. 8s, 7s & 4s. 1. Lo! He cometh-countless trumpets Welcome, welcome Son of God. HEBER. 2. Full of joyful expectation, Welcome, welcome, Judge divine! 3. "Come, ye blessed of 1188. my Father! Enter into life and joy; Banish all your fears and sorrows; Welcome, welcome to the skies. 8s & 7s. 1. BROTHER! rest from sin and sorrow; On thy slumber dawns no morrow; 2. Brother, wake! the night is waning; 3. Brother, wake! for He who loved thee, 4. Fare thee well! though woe is blending. 1189. Triumph high and joy unending 8s, 7s & 4s. BAP. MEMORIAL. 1. Lo! the mighty God appearing- Universal nature shakes. |