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VERNON.

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GERMAN

FINE.

D.C.

1011 Safe in the harbor.
1 WEEP not for a brother deceased,

Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,

And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight,

And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light,

And lodged in the Eden of love. 2 Our brother the haven hath gained,

Outflying the tempest and wind; His rest he hath sooner obtained,

And left his companions behind, Still tossed on a sea of distress,

Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more. 3 There all the ship's company meet,

Who sailed with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet,

And triumph o'er sorrow and death: The voyage of life's at an end;

The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,

Forever and ever shall last.

1012 The grave disarmed.
1 MAN dieth and wasteth away,

And where is he?-Hark! from the skies, I hear a voice answer and say,

“The spirit of man never dies ! His body, which came from the earth,

Must mingle again with the sod; His soul, which in heaven bad birth,

Returns to the bosom of God.” 2 No terror has death, or the grave,

To those who believe in the Lord, Who know the Redeemer can save,

And lean on the faith of his word: While ashes to ashes, and dust

We give unto dust, in our gloom, The light of salvation we trust,

Which hangs like a lamp in the tomb. 3 O Lord God Almighty! to thee

We turn, as our solace above; The waters may fail from the sea,

But never thy fountains of love: O teach us thy will to obey,

And sing with one heart and accord, “He gave, and he taketh away,

And praised be the name of the Lord."

CHARLES WESLEY

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

NOVELLO.

8, 7, 4.

VINCENT NOVELLO,

1014 Judgment terrors-judgment

raptures.
1 LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,

Partners in his patience here:
Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:

Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near. 1013 The second advent.

2 Sun and moon are both confoundea, 1 Lo! He comes, with clouds descending,

Darkened into endless night, Once for favored sinners slain;

When, with angel-hosts surrounded, Thousand thousand saints attending,

In his Father's glory bright,
Swell the triumph of his train:

Beams the Saviour,
Hallelujah!

Shines the everlasting light.
God appears on earth to reign.

3 See the stars from heaven falling; 2 Every eye shall now behold him

Hark, on earth the doleful cry, Robed in dreadful majesty;

Men on rocks and mountains calling, Those who set at naught and sold him, While the frowning Judge draws nigh, Pierced and nailed him to the tree,

"Hide us, hide us, Deeply wailing,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!” Shall the true Messiah see.

4 With what different exclamation 3 All the tokens of his passion Still his dazzling body bears,

Shall the saints his banner see!

By the tokens of his passion,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worsbipers ;

By the marks received for me,

Ail discern him;
With what rapture

All with shouts cry out, " 'Tis he!" Gaze we on those glorious scars! 4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,

5 LO! 'tis he! our hearts' desire, High on thy eternal throne;

Come for his espoused below; Saviour, take the power and glory;

Come to join us with his choir,
Claim the kingdom for thine own:

Come to make our joys o'ertlow;
Jah ! Jehovah!

Palms of victory,
Everlasting God, come down!

Crowns of glory, to bestow.

CHARLES WESLEY

CHARLES WESLEY.

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1015 O'er the distant mountains

1016 breaking.

; Christ is coming. 1 O’ER the distant mountains breaking,

1 CHRIST is coming ! let creation Comes the reddening dawn of day; Bid her groans and travail cease; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Let the glorious proclamation Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray:

Hope restore, and faith increase; 'Tis thy Saviour,

Christ is coming! On his bright returning way.

Come, thou blessed Prince of peace! 2 0 thou long-expected, weary

2 Earth can now but tell the story Waits my anxious soul for thee;

Of thy bitter cross and pain; Life is dark, and earth is dreary

She shall yet behold thy glory Where thy light I do not see:

When thou comest back to reign; O my Saviour,

Christ is coming! When wilt thou return to me?

Let each heart repeat the strain. 3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness, 3 Long thy exiles have been pining, Far away from thee I pine;

Far from rest, and home, and thee;
When, O when, shall I the gladness But, in heavenly vesture shining,
Of thy Spirit feel in mine?

Soon they shall thy glory see;
O my Saviour,

Christ is coming!
When shall I be wholly thine?

Haste the joyous jubilee. 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation,

4 With that “ blessed hope

before us Spent the night, the day at hand; Let no harp remain unstrung; Keep me in my lowly station,

Let the mighty advent chorus Watching for thee, till I stand,

Onward roll from tongue to tongue; O my Saviour,

Christ is coming! In thy bright and promised land. Come, Lond Jesus, quickly come!

JOHN R. MACDUYY.

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1017

The dreadful day. 1 THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away! What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shriveling like a parchéd scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead! 30, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!

1019 Safety amid general dissolution. 1 The great archangel's trump shall sound,

While twice ten thousand thunders roar, Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,

And make the greedy sea restore 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;

The earth no more her slain conceal; Sinners shall lift their guilty head,

And shrink to see a yawning hell. 3 But we, who now our Lord confess,

And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness;

Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure. 4 We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,

And mountains are on mountains hurled, Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,

And smile to see a burning world. 5 The earth and all the works therein

Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed, While we survey the awful scene,

And mount above the fiery void. 6 By faith we now transcend the skies,

And on that ruined world look down: By love above all height we rise, And share the everlasting throne.

SIR WALTER SCOTT.

1018

The Judge severe.
1 HE comes! He comes! the Judge severe !
The seventh trumpet speaks him near;
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!

From heaven angelic voices sound;
See the alınighty Jesus crowned,
Girt with omnipotence and grace!
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his great white throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
4 Shout, all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High ;
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns.

CHARLES WESLEY

Doxology. PRAISE God, from whom all blessings flow; Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

CHARLES WESLEY.

THOMAS KEX,

WINDSOR.

C. M.

GEORGE KIRBYE.

CHARLES WESLEY.

1020 The awful sentence.

Who such a strict account must give 1 THAT awful day will surely come,

For my behavior here. The appointed hour makes haste, 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, When I must stand before my Judge,

The watchful power bestow; And pass the solemn test.

So shall I to my ways take heed, 2 Jesus, thou Source of all my joys,

To all I speak or do. Thou Ruler of my heart,

5 If now thou standest at the door, How could I bear to hear thy voice

O let me feel thee near; Pronounce the word, “Depart!

And make my peace with God, before 3 The thunder of that awful word

I at thy bar appear.
Would so torment my ear,
'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

[L. M. Tune, Grace Church. Page 378.3 4 What! to be banished from my Lord,

1022 Be pitiful, O God. And yet forbid to die!

1 0 Son of God, in glory crowned, o linger in eternal pain,

The Judge ordained of quick and dead! And death forever fly!

O Son of man, so pitying found so wretched state of deep despair,

For all the tears thy people shed ! To see my God remove,

2 Be with us in this darkened place,And fix my doleful station where

This weary, restless, dangerous night; I must not taste his love!

And teach, o teach us, by thy grace,

To struggle onward into light! 1021

3 And since, in God's recording book, The final account.

Our sins are written, every one,1 And must I be to judgment brought, The crime, the wrath, the wandering Icok, And answer in that day

The good we knew, and left undone; For every vain and idle thought,

4 Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard, And every word I say?

And ere before thy face we stand, 2 Yes, every secret of my heart

Look thou on each accusing word, Shall shortly be made known,

And blot it with thy bleeding hand. And I receive my just desert

5 And by the love that brought thee here, For all that I have done.

And by the cross, and by the grave, 3 How careful, then, ought I to live, Give perfect love for conscious fear, With what religious fear!

And in the day of judgment save.

MRS. CECIL Y. ALEXANDER.

ISAAC WATTS.

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