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3 When the Judge descends in light,

Clothed in majesty and might;
When the wicked quail with fear,

Where-oh where wilt thou appear? 4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart,

When the saints and thou must part?
When the good with joy are crowned,

Sinner-where wilt thou be found ? 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh,

Quickly to the Saviour fly;
Then shall peace thy spirit cheer,
Then in heaven shalt thou appear.


C. M. 448

Holiness of Heaven.
-NOR eye hath seen-nor ear hath heard,

Nor sense, nor reason known
What joys the Father has prepared

For those that love his Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord

Reveals a heaven to come;
The beams of glory in his word

Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,

And all the region peace;-
No wanton lips, nor envious eye

Can see or taste the bliss. 4 Those holy gates forever bar

Pollution, sin, and shame:
None shall obtair admittance there,
But followers of the Lamb.

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;
There rays divine disperse the gloom;
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb

Appears the dawn-of heaven.

8s. 450

Longing for Heaven.
TO Jesus, the crown of my hope,

My soul is in haste to be gone:
Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up,

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:

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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.

10s. 451

Earnest looking for heavenly Rest.
I WOULD not live alway-I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way:
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes—full enough for its


2 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ;
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,

To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,

Away from yon heaven—that blissful abode,
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright

And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns ?-
4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ?


7s. 452

Providence of God in the Seasons.
PRAISE to God!-immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days:
Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2 All that spring, with bounteous hand,

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her rich, o'erflowing stores, 3 These, to that dear Source we owe

Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
These, through all my happy days,

Claim my cheerful songs of praise. 4 Lord, to thee my soul should raise

Grateful, never-ending praise ;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for THYSELF alone.

L. M. 453

A Morning Hymn.
GOD of the morning, at thy voice

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise,
And like a giant doth rejoice

To run his journey through the skies. 2 Oh! like the sun may I fulfil

Th’ appointed duties of the day;
With ready mind, and active will,

March on, and keep my heavenly way. 454

C. M.
ONCE more, my soul, the rising day

Salutes thy waking eyes:

L. M.

Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay

To him who rules the skies.
2 'Tis he supports my mortal frame:

My tongue shall speak his praise ;
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,

And yet his wrath delays.
3 Great God, let all my hours be thine,

While I erjoy the light;
Then shall my sun in smiles decline,

And bring a peaceful night. 455

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth-and joyful rise

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refreshed me while I slept:
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,

I may of endless life partake.
3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill.
GOD of my life, my morning song

To thee I cheerful raise :
Thy acts of love 'tis good to sing,

Ånd pleasant ’tis to praise.
2 Preserved by thy almighty arm,

I passed the shades of night,
Serene, and safe from every harm,

To see the morning light.

C. M.

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