JUDGMENT HYMN. P. M. Concluded.

I 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 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.

Vs, 2-4: Rev. William Bengo Collyer, 1812.
Rev. Thos. Cotterill, 1819.

-FINE.

STELLA. L. M.

JAMES MILLAR, 1754.

D.S.

I When marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky,
One star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.
Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From ev'ry host, from ev'ry gem;
But one alone the Saviour speaks-
It is the Star of Bethlehem.

2 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark; The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a Star arose

It was the Star of Bethlehem.

3 It was my guide, my light, my all;

It bade my dark forebodings cease;

And through the storm, and danger's thrall,

It led me to the port of peace.

Now safely moored-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

Forever and forevermore,

The Star- the Star of Bethlehem!

Henry Kirke White, (1806,) 1812.

I When, streaming from the eastern skies,
The morning light salutes mine eyes,
O Sun of Righteousness divine,
On me with beams of

mercy

shine!

Oh! chase the clouds of guilt away,
And turu my darkness into day.

2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King
My morning sacrifice I bring,

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name;
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with Thy blood,
And be my Advocate with God.

3 As every day Thy mercy spares,
Will bring its trials and its cares;
O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my counsellor and friend:
Teach me Thy precepts, all divine,
And be Thy great example mine.

4 When each day's scenes and labors close,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And, as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!

5 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labors done,
Jesus, Thy heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying-bed;
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face, and sing Thy praise.

William Shrubsole, 1813.

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MISSIONARY HYMN. 7s & 6s. D.

LOWELL MASON, 1824.