3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? 4 But Thou hast told the troubled soul, Shall endless woe prevent. 5 Then see the sorrows of my heart, And add my Saviour's dying groans Who knows Thine only Son has died 1276 Joseph Addison. (1672-1719.) 1712. sl. alt. "To live is Christ, and to die is Gain." C. M. I LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, 2 If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes . Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be? 5 Then I shall end my sad complaints, And weary sinful days, I EARTH, with its dark and dreadful ills, Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, 2 My soul is full of whispered song, The shadows that I feared so long 3 The while my pulses faintly beat, 4 I feel grow firm beneath my feet I know that my Redeemer lives, That I shall live, I know. 2 Sweet to look inward, and attend Where Jesus pleads above; 3 Sweet to look back, and see my name 4 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest, For all things to depend; 5 Sweet, in the confidence of faith, To trust His firm decrees; And know no will but His; 6 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home. Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady. (1740—1778.) 1776. ab. 3 O Lord, look down, O Lord, forgive, 4 And when, through feebleness or pain, 5 In Him that bore our griefs and pains Shall they that suffer boast, Who with the Father ever reigns, And with the Holy Ghost. Rev. John Mason Neale. (1818--1866.) 1854. ab 1281 Hymn by the Sick-bed of a Mother. I O THOU, who, in the olive shade, 2 O by the anguish of that night, 3 And Thou, that, when the starry sky 4 By Thy meek Spirit, Thou, of all 1282 3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 4 O who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 5 Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright So calmly Christians sink away, The wind breathes low; the withering leaf So gently flows the parting breath, 3 How beautiful on all the hills 4 How mildly on the wandering cloud storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lu rid mornings, that And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the Thy light, yet unrisen, the wildernesscheers; soul. Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg. (1796-) 1823. O what will it be when the fulness appears? Rev. Henry Francis Lyte. (1793-1847.) 1834. LIFE. 8, 7. 61. Thomas Hastings. (1784-1872.) 1832. 1. LET me go, the day is breaking, Dear companions, let me go; We have spent a night of waking In the wilderness below; Upward now I bend my way, Part we here at break of day, Part we here at break of day. 2 Let me go, I may not tarry, Wrestling thus with doubts and fears; Angels wait my soul to carry, Where my risen Lord appears; Friends and kindred, weep not so, If you love me, let me go. 3 'Tis not darkness gathering round me, Which withdraws me from your sight; Walls of flesh no more can bound me, But, translated into light, Like the lark on mounting wing, Though unseen you hear me sing. Heaven's broad day hath o'er me broken, Far beyond earth's span of sky; Am I dead?-nay, by this token, Know that I have ceased to die; Would you solve the mystery, Come up hither, come and see. 1288 James Montgomery. (1771-1854.) 1837. ab. I WHAT is life? 'Tis but a vapor, Soon it vanishes away; Life is like a dying taper, O my soul, why wish to stay? Why not spread Thy wings, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy? 2 See that glory, how resplendent! Brighter far than fancy paints; There, in majesty transcendent, Jesus reigns, the King of saints: Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy. 3 Joyful crowds, His throne surrounding, Sing with rapture of His love; Through the heavens His praises sounding, Filling all the courts above: 4 Go, and share His people's glory, Rev. Thomas Kelly. (1769-1855.) 1809. |