4 We should almost forsake our clay Our souls would mount, and fly away 288 Sleeping in Jesus. L.M. ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep, A calm and undisturbed repose, 2 Asleep in Jesus! O, how sweet 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee JUDGMENT. 289 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face O, how shall I appear! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos d In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 Prepare me, Lord, to meet that day, 2 When I shall view these solemn scenes, And feel their awful weight. ANI And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape And from his righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound; S. M. And through the numerous guilty throng Spread black despair around? 3 Depart from me, accursed, To everlasting flame, 4 For rebel angels first prepared, How will my heart endure When earth and heaven, before his face, 5 But ere the trumpet shakes 6 Hark from the gospel's cheering sound Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; So shall the curse remove, 291 The wicked Child judged. L. M. 1 HOW dreadful, Lord, will be the day When all the tribes of dead shall rise, And those who dared to disobey Be brought before thy piercing eyes! No teacher, then, shall bid him pray 4 Great God! I tremble at the thought; 3 292 A DREAD and solemn hour S. M. When we, before the throne of God, What answer shall we give, This will be wo indeed: Our own neglect will sink us down, 293 1 HEAVEN AND HELL. Heaven. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, C.M. 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink 5 0, could we make our doubts remove, 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, 294 Heaven and Hell. THERE is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love; And holy children, when they die, There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must forever dwell, Can such a wretch as I Escape this dreadful end? And may I hope, whene'er I die, S. M. |