6 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind HYMN CCCI. C. M. 1 Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades, 2 I see the Lord of glory come, 3 I hear the voice, 'Ye dead, arise!' And waking saints with joyful eyes, 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, 5 How will their joy and wonder rise, Shall bear them homeward thro' the skies, HYMN CCCII. H. M. Rising with Christ. 1 Yes, the Redeemer rose ; He rais'd his conquering head. In wild dismay, Fall to the ground, The guards around 2 Lo! the angelic bands To wait his high commands, Joyful they come, From realms of day And wing their way To Jesus' tomb. 3 Then back to heaven they fly, 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, The globe on which you dwell. With Christ we rise, With Christ we reign, And empires gain Beyond the skies. HYMN CCCIII. C. M. Death succeeded by judgment. 1 The day approaches, O my soul! Which, from the verge of mortal life, 2 Another day more awful dawns ; 3 Yet does one short preparing hour, Rouse, then, my soul! with all thy power, Nor let it pass in vain. HYMN CCCIV. Six Line C. M. The day of judgment. 1 Hear, O ye dead! awake, arise! The sounding trumpet shakes the skies; 2 Pale guilt looks upward with amaze ; Struck with unutterable dread, 3 But ye, his happy saints, rejoice; To joys for ever new. 4 'Bless'd of my Father! haste,' he cries; There shall ye share my blissful sight, HYMN CCCV. C.M. Hope in the divine mercy. 1 When rising from the bed of death, 2 If now, while pardon may be found My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd, In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 But there's forgiveness, Lord! with thee; Thy nature is benign; Thy pard'ning mercy I implore, 5 O let that boundless mercy shine Correct my passions, mend my heart, 6 And may I taste thy richer grace When Christ to judgment shall descend, HYMN CCCVI. C. M. New heavens and new earth.' 1 Yon glorious orbs that, gild the sky Proclaim the God who reigns on high; He pours the radiant stream they boast, And marshals all the moving host. 2 But glitt❜ring stars shall cease to burn; The sun forsake his golden urn; This earth, these heavens, be swept away, 3 Yet will th' Eternal wake to birth |