1 Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
On clouds of glory seated!

The trumpet sounds! the graves restore
The dead which they contained before!
Prepare, my soul! to meet Him.

520. P. M.

1 Lord! thou hast been Thy people's rest
Through all their generations;
Their refuge when by dangers prest,
Their hope in tribulations;

Thou, ere the mountains sprang to birth,
Or ever Thou hadst formed the earth,
Art God from everlasting!

2 The sons of men return to clay

When Thou the word hast spoken,
As with a torrent borne away,

Gone, like a dream when broken:
A thousand years are, in Thy sight,
But as a watch amid the night,
Or yesterday departed.

3 Lo! Thou hast set before Thine eyes
All our misdeeds and errors;
Our secret sins from darkness rise,
At Thine awakening terrors:
Who shall abide the trying hour?
Who knows the thunder of Thy power?
We flee unto Thy mercy.

4 Lord! teach us so to mark our days,
That we may prize them duly:
So guide our feet in wisdom's ways,
That we may love Thee truly :
Return, O Lord! our griefs behold,
And with Thy goodness, as of old,
Oh satisfy us early!

521. C. M.

1 Lord! I believe a rest remains
To all Thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And Thou art loved alone;

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;

Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 O that I now the rest might know,
Believe and enter in !

Now, Father! now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin!

4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove;

To me the rest of Faith impart,
The Sabbath of Thy love!

1 Lowly and solemn be

Thy children's cry to Thee,
Father divine!

A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death
Alike are Thine!

2 O Father! in that hour,
When earth all succouring power
Shall disavow;

When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down;
Sustain us, Thou!

3 By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod;
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away;
Aid us, O God!

4 Tremblers beside the grave,

We call on Thee to save,

Father divine!

Hear, hear our suppliant breath,
Keep us in life and death,

Thine, only Thine!

1

Call them from the dead,

For our eyes to see:

Prophet-bards, whose awful word

Shook the Earth, "Thus saith the Lord, And made the idols flee:

A glorious company!

2

Call them from the dead,

3

For our eyes to see:

Sons of wisdom, song, and power,

Giving earth her richest dower,

And making nations free :

A glorious company!

Call them from the dead,
For our eyes to see;

Forms of beauty, love, and grace,
"Sunshine in the shady place,"

That made it life to be:

A blessed company!

Vain the call will be:

But the hand of Death shall lay,
Like that of Christ, its healing clay
On eyes which then shall see
That glorious company.

OCCASIONAL HYMNS.

524. C. M.

1 Our Father! through the coming year We know not what shall be;

But we would leave, without a fear,
Its ordering all to Thee.

2 It may be we shall toil in vain

For what the world holds fair;
And all its good we thought to gain
Deceive, and prove but care.

3 It may be it shall darkly blend
Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,
The tried of many years.

4 It may be it shall bring us days
And nights of lingering pain,
And bid us take our farewell gaze
Of these loved haunts of men.