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che law by which you must be judged", of the holiness of that Being before whom you must stand', of the unutterable bliss in reserve for the righteous', and of the unutterable agonies which await the wicked. I will also suppose you to be perfectly awaré, that the time for repentance is past'; and that all which now remains for you, is to ascertain from the facts of your past history', whether your life has' or has not been spent in preparation for eternity. At that solemn moment', every power of thought within you will be concerned upon the question', Am I a disciple of Jesus Christ'? The soul asks', and the holy oracle answers', Unless a man deny himself', and take up his cross and follow mé, he cannot be my disciple. The dying man calls up in review the days' and weeks' and months' and years' that are pastr; and in an agony demands of each', Have I denied myself, have I taken up my cross', have I followed Christ'? Åh', who can describe the despair of him', whó, from onè and from all of them', receives the stern', the all-deciding answer', No.

The die is cast'. But who can tell the horrors of the coming interval? Terrified at the gulf before her', the soul looks back upon the past'; but all is filled with horrible visions'. Power', rank', applause', learning), all' have bidden her adieu in the hour of her calamity', and have left her to her Judge. Her very amusements' have turned traitors', and accused her of self-destruction. The card tablè, the theater', the ball-room', speak now' only of murdered time, and wasted opportunity": That pampered body', that vacant mind", those ungoverned passions', that hoarded gold', all declare that she hath lived unto herselft. Behind all is condemnation"; before her', naught is seen but the terrific effulgence of the long suffering', most mercifus, but abused', insulted', thrice holy' Lord God Almighty. Speech' fails'; but the glare of those sightless eyeballs tells' that the spirit' seeth visions' which language cannot utter. An unearthly groan', and all is still. The affrighted ghost', in all the horrors of self-condemnation', stands before her Judge.

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Psalm xviii. 1—16. 1 I will love theé, O Lord, my strength'. 2 The Lord is my rock and my fortress', and my deliverer ,

My God', my strength', in whom I will trust":

My buckler', and the horn of my salvation', and my high

tower. 3 I will call upon the Lord', who is worthy to be praised, 4 So shall I be saved from


enemies. The sorrows of death compassed mé,

And the floods of ungodly men made me afraid. 5 The sorrows of hell encompassed mé,

The snares of death seized me.
6 In my distress I called upon the Lord',

And cried to my God;
He heard my voice out of his templé,

And my cry came before him', even into his ears'. 7 Then the earth shook and trēmbled;

The foundations also of the hills' moved

And were shaken' because he was wroth. 8 There went up a smoke out of his nostrils',

And fire out of his mouth devoured";

Coals were kindled by it'. 9 He bowed thē heavēns ālsó, and came down',

And dārknēss wās under his feet. 10 And hē rodē upon à cherüb, ānd flēw;

Yeà, he flew upon thē wings of thē wind. 11 He made darkness his secret place;

His pavilion around him', were dark waters'

And thick clouds of the skies'. 12 At the brightness that was before him' his thick clouds

passed"; Hail stones' and coals of fire. 13 The Lord also thūnderēd in thē hēavēns,

And the Highēst gavē his voice;

Hail stones' and coals of fire. 14 Yeà, he sent out his arrows and scattered them',

And he shot out lightnings', and discomfited them': 15 Then the chānnēls of wāters were sēen,

And the foundātions of thē world were discoverēd'
At thy rebūké, O Lord',

At the blāst of the breath of thy nostrils'. 16 He sent from abovè, he took mé,

He drew me out of many waters'. 17 He delivered me from my strong enemy',

And from them who hated me,

For they were too strong for me. 18 They attacked me in the day of my calamity', But the Lord was my stay.


Isaiah xl. 12—31. 12 Who' hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand,

And measured heaven with th span',
And comprehended the dust of the earth in a measuré,
And weighed the mountains in scales', and the hills in a

balancé ?
13 Who hath directed the Spirit of the Lord',

Or being his counsellor hath taught him'?
14 With whom took he counsel', and who instructed him',

And taught him in the path of judgment',
And taught him knowledge, and showed to him the way of

15 Behold', the nations are as a drop of a bucket',

And are counted as the small dust of a balance:

Behold he taketh up the isles' as a very little thing'; 16 And Lebanon is not sufficient to burn',

Nor the beasts' of it' sufficient for a burnt offering. 17 All nātions before him' are as nothing ;

And they are counted to him less' than nothing' and vanity. 18 To whom then will ye liken God' ?

Or what likeness will ye compare to him'? 19 The workman melteth a graven imagé, And the goldsmith spreadeth it over with gold', and casteth

silver chains. He that is so impoverished that he hath no oblation', choos

eth a tree that will not rot'. 20 He seeketh for himself a skilful workman'

To prepare a graven image that shall not be moved'. 21 Havē yē not known' ? havē yē not heard? ?

Hath it not been told you from the beginning“?

Have ye not understood' from the foundations of the earth'? 22 It is hē' that sitteth upon the circle of the earth',

And its inhabitants arē as grasshoppers”;
That stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain',

And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in',23 That bringeth the princes to nothing';

He maketh the judges of the earth as vanity. 24 Yes', they shall not be planted"; yes', they shall not be

sown: Yes', their stock shall not take root in the earth": And he shall also blow upon them', and they shall wither';

And the whirlwind shall take them away as stubblè. 25 To whom then will


liken mé, Or shall I be equaled' ? saith the Holy Onè. 26 Lift up your eyes on high, and behold' who created these

things', That bringeth out their host by number'; he calleth them

all by names', By the greatness of his mighť, for that he is strong in pow

er'; not one faileth'.
27 Why sayest thou, O Jacob', and speakest, O Israel,

My way is hid from the Lord',
And my judgment is passed over from my

God? 28 Hast thou not known', hast thou not heard'

That the everlasting God', the Lord',
The Creator of the ends of the earth', fainteth noť, neither

is weary'?
There is no searching of his understanding'.
29 He giveth power to the faint',

And to them that have no mighť he increaseth strength. 30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary',

And the young men shall utterly fall'; 31 But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength ;

They shall mount up with wings' as eagles';
They shall run', and not be weary',
They shall walk' and not faint'.



Iambic. Four feet. L. M.
1. The perfect world by Adam trod'

Was the first templè—built by God':
His fiat laid the corner stoné,

And heaved its pillars', one by one.
2. He hung its starry roof on high —

The broad illimitable sky';
He spread its pavement, green and bright',

And curtained it with morning light.
3. The mountains in their places stood —

The seà—the sky—and “ āll' was good';'
And, when its first pure praises rang',
The morning stars together sang."

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4. Lord, 'tis not ours to make the sea,

And earth', and sky', a house for theè;
But in thy sight our offering stands-
A humbler templè—“ made with hands.”



Iambic. Three feet, and two. Called also Hallelujah meter.

1. Yes', the Redeemer rosè,

The Savior left the dead',
And o'er our hellish foes'
High raised his conquering head';

In wild dismay
The guards around'
Fall to the ground

And sink away
2. Lò! the angelic bands'

In full assembly meet',
To wait his high commands',
And worship at his feet';

Joyful they comé,
And wing their way'
From realms of day'

To Jesus' tomb'.
3. Then back to heaven they fly,

The joyful news to bear';
Hark'! as they soar on high',
What music fills the air'!

Their anthems say',
“ Jesus who bled'
Hath left the dead';

He rose to-day.”
4. Ye mortals', catch the sound',

Redeemed by him from hell';
And send the echo round'
The globé, on which you dwell ;

Transported cry,
" Jesus who bled'
Hath left the dead',
No more to die.”

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