While in anguish thus lamenting, That he ne'er was born again !— When I felt his Spirit move." 4 Now, despisers! look and wonder; Hear the dreadful sound," Depart!" 667. Hear the dreadful sound,-"Depart!" L. M. The Day of Wrath. 1 THAT day of wrath !—that dreadful day, 668. S. M. The Lord, coming to Judgment. 1 BEHOLD! the day is come, The righteous Judge is near; And sinners, trembling at their doom, 2 Angels, in bright attire, Conduct him through the skies; 3 How awful is the sight! How loud the thunders roar ! 4 The whole creation groans, HEAVEN. 669. C. M. The cheering Prospect of Heaven. 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink 5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,- 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, 670. L. M. The Worship of Heaven. 1 OH! for a sweet, inspiring ray, To animate our feeble strains, From the bright realms of endless day,- His smile their bliss, their heaven, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread Through all th' assemblies of the skies. 4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs To boundless rapture, while they gaze; Ten thousand, thousand joyful tongues Resound his everlasting praise. 5 There all the foll'wers of the Lamb Shall join at last the heavenly choir; Oh! may the joy-inspiring theme Awake our faith and warm desire. 6 Dear Saviour! let thy Spirit seal Our interest in that blissful place; Till death remove this mortal veil, And we behold thy lovely face. 671. 7s. The Songs and Bliss of Heaven. Once they knew, like us below, Mid th' angelic lyres above, Happy spirits! ye are fled, Where no grief can entrance find,— Lulled to rest, the aching head, Soothed, the anguish of the mind. 3 All is tranquil and serene,— Calm and undisturbed repose; Signs no more shall heave the breast; 672. S. M. Rest for the weary Soul. 1 OH! where shall rest be found,Rest for the weary soul? -- 'T were vain the ocean-depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole, 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 3 Beyond this vale of tears, 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Lord God of truth and grace! 673. C M. Freedom from Sin and Sorrow. 1 HOW happy are the souls above, With Jesus they are now at rest, 2 "Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry, "That brought us near to God:" In ceaseless hymns of praise, they shout 3 Sweet gratitude inspires their songs, Before the Father's awful throne, 4 With wondering joy, they recollect, 5 Lord! let the merit of thy death And I, with them, will shout thy praise, 674. 8s and 6s. Irregular. Things temporal and eternal. 1 OH! weep not for the joys that fade, Like evening-lights away, For hopes, that, like the stars decayed, For clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; And though on earth the tear may start, Amid the bowers of heaven. 2 Oh! weep not for the friends that pass As breezes sweep the withered grass For though thy pleasures may depart, And lonely though on earth thou art, 675. When friends rejoin in heaven. C. M. Heaven anhcipated. 1 COME, Lord! and warm each languid heart, 2 Then to the shining realms of bliss |