< Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound What joyful tidings spread! Aff 4 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 631 Whose wrath ye cannot bear; 8s, 7s & 4. Tamworth. Suffolk. The Judgment welcomed by the Righteous. 1 LO! he cometh-countless trumpets Wake to life the slumbering dead; 'Midst ten thousand saints and angels See their great, exalted Head: Hallelujah! Welcome, welcome, Son of God. Saints behold the Judge appear! Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 632 Banish all your fears and sorrows; Welcome, welcome to the skies! C. M. St. Austin's. Wachusett Banishment from God intolerable. Aff 1 THAT awful day will surely come, 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys- And fix my doleful station where 4 Oh! tell me that my worthless name 633 Show me some promise in thy book, Reward and Punishment. 1 OH where shall rest be found, "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound- 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 634 L. M. Eternity anticipated. Medway. Middlebury. 1 ETERNITY is just at hand, 5 Search, Lord-oh search my inmost heart, 635 And guide me safe to heaven and thee. C. M. Holiness of Heaven. Patinos. Judea. 1 NOR eye hath seen-nor ear hath heard, 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord P 3 Pure are the joys above the sky, 4 Those holy gates forever bar 636 None shall obtain admittance there, 1 YES, there are joys that cannot die, Treasures, beyond the changing sky, 2 To that bright world my soul aspires, 637 Oh for the Spirit's quickening powers, 1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night, And realins of joy and pure delight, 2 Fair distant land!-could mortal eyes How would our spirits long to rise, 3 No cloud those blissful regions know For sin, the source of mortal wo, 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire Till wings of faith, and strong desire, 5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, 638 C. M. The Heavenly Rest. Spencer. Barby. 1 LORD, I believe a rest remains A rest, where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 Eternal Spirit, make me know Blest Saviour, now thy power bestow, 3 Oh take this hardness from my heart, To me the rest of faith impart, 4 Come, my Redeemer, come away, 639 P No longer from thy creature stay, Es & 6s. Lanesboro'. Conway. 2 There is a home for weary souls, mf 113 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, > It views the tempest passing by, mf 4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, P 640 There rays divine disperse the gloom; C. M. The Heavenly Jerusalem. Corinth. Arlington. 1 JERUSALEM! my glorious home! When shall my labors have an end, 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Where congregations ne'er break up, 3 There happier bowers, than Eden's, bloom, Blest seats! thro' rude and stormy scenes, 4 Why should I shrink at pain and wo? 5 Jerusalem! my glorious home! 641 7s. Lincoln, Pleye!'s Hymn. The Saints in Glory. 1 HIGH in yonder realms of light, P 2 Pilgrims in this vale of tears, 3 Happy spirits! ye are fled, Where no grief can entrance find, |