2 The dead in Christ shall first arise

At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding: No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepar'd to meet him.

3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing;

For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing.

The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepar'd to meet him.

4 Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Beneath his cross I view the day

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him.

HYMN 195. III. 1.

St. Luke xiii. 24-27.

EEK, my soul, the narrow gate
Enter ere it be too late;
Many ask to enter there,
When too late to offer prayer.

2 God from mercy's seat shall rise,
And for ever bar the skies:
Then, though sinners cry without,
He will say, "I know you not."
3 Mournfully will they exclaim;
"Lord, we have profess'd thy name;
We have eat with thee, and heard
Heav'nly teaching in thy word."

4 Vain, alas, will be their plea,
Workers of iniquity;

Sad their everlasting lot;

Christ will say, "I know you not."

4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh! what eternal horrors hang Around the second death.

5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be driven from thy face, For evermore undone.

HYMN 197. C. M.

2 Cor. iv. 18.

DOW long shall earth's alluring toys
Detain our hearts and eyes,
Regardless of immortal joys,

And strangers to the skies.

2 These transient scenes will soon decay,
They fade upon the sight;

And quickly will their brightest day
Be lost in endless night.

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain,
With conscious sighs we own;
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain,
O'ershade the smiling noon.

4 O, could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades.

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim:
With one reviving touch of thine
Our languid hearts inflame.

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise,

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.

HYMN 198. C. M.

OME, Lord, and warm each languid heart,
Inspire each lifeless tongue;

And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.

2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care,
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace.

3 The soul from sin for ever free
Shall mourn its power no more;
But, clothed in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

4 There, on a throne (how dazzling bright) Th' exalted Saviour shines;

And beams ineffable delight

On all the heavenly minds.

5 There shall the followers of the Lamb Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his name

Employ their tuneful tongues.

6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, Our feeble notes inspire;

Till, in thy blissful courts above,
We join th' angelic choir.

HYMN 199. C. M.
HERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea divides

This heav'nly land from ours.

3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dress'd in living green;

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan roll'd between.

4 But tim❜rous mortals start, and shrink
To cross the narrow sea;
And linger, trembling on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes:

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

HYMN 200. C. M.

HOULD nature's charms, to please the

eye,

5 There thousands worship at thy feet, And there, divine employ, The triumphs of thy love repeat

In songs of endless joy.

6 Thy presence beams eternal day
O'er all the blissful place;

Who would not drop this load of clay,
And die to see thy face?

HYMN 201. III. 1.

Revelation vii. 9, &c.
HO are these in bright array?
This innumerable throng,
Round the altar, night and day

Tuning their triumphant song?
Worthy is the Lamb once slain,

Blessing, honour, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain;
New dominion every hour.

2 These through fiery trials trod;

These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God,

Seal'd with his eternal name:
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor palms in every hand,
Through their great Redeemer's might

More than conquerors they stand.

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Then the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispels their fears;
And, for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away their tears.

XIV. MISCELLANEOUS.
HYMN 202. C. M.

Genesis xxviii. 20, 21.

(OD of our fathers, by whose hand

Thy people still are blest,
Be with us through our pilgrimage;
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.
3 O spread thy shelt'ring wings around,

Till all our wand'rings cease,
And, at our Father's lov'd abode

Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand
Our humble prayers implore;
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

HYMN 203. III. 3.

1 Chronicles xxix. 10-13.
LESS'D be thou, the God of Israel,
Thou, our Father, and our Lord;
Bless'd thy Majesty for ever,

Ever be thy Name ador❜d.

2 Thine, O Lord, are power and greatness, Glory, vict'ry, are thine own;

All is thine in earth and heaven,

Over all thy boundless throne.

3 Riches come of thee, and honour; Power and might to thee belong; Thine it is to make us prosper,

Only thine to make us strong.

4 Lord our God, for these, thy bounties,

Hymns of gratitude we raise;

To thy Name, for ever glorious,

Ever we address our praise.

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HYMN 204. C. M.

Proverbs iii. 13-17.

HAPPY is the man who hears

Religion's warning voice,

And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice.

2 For she has treasures greater far Than east or west unfold;

More precious are her bright rewards

Than gems, or stores of gold.

3 Her right hand offers to the just

Immortal, happy days;
Her left, imperishable wealth,
And heav'nly crowns displays.
4 And as her holy labours rise,

So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

HYMN 205. L. M.

Isaiah xl. 6-8.

HE morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold;
As careless of the noon-day heats,

And fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parch'd by the sun's more fervent ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the opening rose.

4 But, worn by slowly-rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away.

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven shall recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.

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HYMN 206. C. M.

Isaiah xl. 27-31.

HY mournest thou, my anxious soul,
Despairing of relief,

As if the Lord o'erlook'd thy cares,
Or pitied not thy grief?

2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,
That firm remains on high,
The everlasting throne of Him

Who made the earth and sky?

3 Art thou afraid his power will fail
In sorrow's evil day?

Can the Creator's mighty arm
Grow weary or decay?

4 Supreme in wisdom as in power

The Rock of Ages stands;

Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace

The working of his hands.

5 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the fainting heart;
And courage in the evil hour

His heavenly aids impart.

6 Mere human energy shall faint,
And youthful vigour cease;

But those who wait upon the Lord,
In strength shall still increase.

7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread
The path of life divine;

With growing ardour onward move,
With growing brightness shine.

8 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar
On wings of faith and love;

Till, past the sphere of earth and sin,
They rise to heav'n above.