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3 When the Judge descends in light,
Clothed in majesty and might;
Where-oh where wilt thou appear? 4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart,
When the saints and thou must part?
Sinner—where wilt thou be found ? 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh,
Quickly to the Saviour fly;
C. M. 448
Holiness of Heaven.
Nor sense, nor reason known
For those that love his Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come ;
Allure and guide us home.
And all the region peace;
Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame:
89 & 6s. 449
The Heavenly Rest. THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wanderers given: There is a tear for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast
'Tis found alone-in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sins and sorrows driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise—and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven. 3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye,
The heart with anguish riven; It views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven. 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom,
And joys supreme are given;
Appears the dawn-of heaven.
Longing for Heaven.
My soul is in haste to be gone:
And waft me away to his throne. 2 My Saviour, whom, absent, I love,
Whom, not having seen, I adore, Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power:
3 Dissolve thou the bonds that detain
My soul from her portion in thee; Oh! strike off the adamant chain,
And make me eternally free. 4 Then shall the blest era begin,
When bright in thy glory I'll shine, And no longer pierce with my sins
The bosom on which I recline.
Earnest looking for heavenly Rest.
2 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ;
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Away from yon heaven—that blissful abode,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
MORNING AND EVENING.
Providence of God in the Seasons.
Let thy praise our tongues employ.
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
From her rich, o'erflowing stores, 3 These, to that dear Source we owe
Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise
Grateful, never-ending praise ;
L. M. 453
A Morning Hymn.
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
To run his journey through the skies. 2 Oh! like the sun may I fulfil
Th’ appointed duties of the day;
March on, and keep my heavenly way. 454
Salutes thy waking eyes:
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay
To him who rules the skies.
My tongue shall speak his praise ;
And yet his wrath delays.
While I erjoy the light;
And bring a peaceful night. 455
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
And hast refreshed me while I slept:
I may of endless life partake.
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill.
To thee I cheerful raise :
Ånd pleasant ’tis to praise.
I passed the shades of night,
To see the morning light.