VERNON.

8.

FINE.

GERMAN.

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.

8 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.

CHARLES WESLEY.

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 had 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."

GEORGE P. MORRIS.

NOVELLO.

8, 7, 4.

VINCENT NOVELLO.

Hallelujah!

God appears on earth to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him Robed in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 All the tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worshipers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own:
Jah! Jehovah!

Everlasting God, come down!

CHARLES WESLEY.

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.

2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darkened into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting light.

3 See the stars from heaven falling;
Hark, on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,
"Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!"

4 With what different exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the tokens of his passion,
By the marks received for me,
All discern him;

All with shouts cry out, ""Tis he!"

5 Lo! 'tis he! our hearts' desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow;
Palms of victory,
Crowns of glory, to bestow.

CHARLES WESLEY.

PILGRIMAGE.

8, 7, 4.

ANCIENT MELODY.

1015 O'er the distant mountains

breaking.

1 O'ER the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray:
"Tis thy Saviour,

On his bright returning way.
20 thou long-expected, weary
Waits my anxious soul for thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
Where thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour,

When wilt thou return to me?

8 Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
Far away from thee I pine;
When, O when, shall I the gladness
Of thy Spirit feel in mine?

O my Saviour,

When shall I be wholly thine? 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for thee, till I stand, O my Saviour,

In thy bright and promised land.

1 CHRIST is coming! let creation
Bid her groans and travail cease;
Let the glorious proclamation
Hope restore, and faith increase;
Christ is coming!

Come, thou blessed Prince of peace!

2 Earth can now but tell the story
Of thy bitter cross and pain;
She shall yet behold thy glory
When thou comest back to reign;
Christ is coming!

Let each heart repeat the strain.

3 Long thy exiles have been pining,
Far from rest, and home, and thee;
But, in heavenly vesture shining,
Soon they shall thy glory see;
Christ is coming!

Haste the joyous jubilee.

GRACE CHURCH. L. M.

IGNACE PLEYEL

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!
3 0, 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!

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 almighty 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,

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.

Doxology.

CHARLES WESLEY.

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

THOMAS KEN.

WINDSOR.

C. M.

GEORGE KIRBYE.

1020 The awful sentence.
1 THAT awful day will surely come,
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Jesus, thou Source of all my joys,
Thou Ruler of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word, "Depart!"

3 The thunder of that awful word
Would so torment my ear,
"Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

4 What! to be banished from my Lord, And yet forbid to die!

To linger in eternal pain,
And death forever fly!

O wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!

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1022 Be pitiful, O God.

1 O SON of God, in glory crowned,

The Judge ordained of quick and dead!
O Son of man, so pitying found
For all the tears thy people shed!

2 Be with us in this darkened place,-
This weary, restless, dangerous night;
And teach, O teach us, by thy grace,
To struggle onward into light!

3 And since, in God's recording book,
Our sins are written, every one,-
The crime, the wrath, the wandering look,
The good we knew, and left undone;

4 Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard, And ere before thy face we stand, Look thou on each accusing word,

And blot it with thy bleeding hand.

5 And by the love that brought thee here,
And by the cross, and by the grave,
Give perfect love for conscious fear,
And in the day of judgment save.

MRS. CECIL F. ALEXANDER.