2 Attendant plagues around him stand, 3 With cruel force, he scatters round While the grave waits its destin'd prey, 4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy, When life on earth shall fail. 5 What though his darts, promiscuous hurl’d, Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases O'erload the cumber'd ground : 6 The arrows, that shall wound your flesh, Were giv'n him from above, Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood, And feather'd all with love. 7 These, with a gentle hand he throws, But heav'nly strength supports their souls, HYMN 350. C. M. Complaint and Hope under great Pain. LORD, I am pain'd, but I resign My body to thy will; 'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine, Appoints the pains I feel. 2 Dark are the ways of Providence, While they who love thee groan; Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak, Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears, 5 [How shall I glorify my God, HYMN 351. C. M. Praise for Recovery from Sickusss. SOV'REIGN of life, I own thy hand And while I smart beneath thy rod, 2 To thee in my distress I cry'd, 3 Unfold, ye gates of righteousness, I may record my solemn vows, 4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand Praise to the Lord, who makes his saints 5 My God, in thine appointed hour, Where pain and sin, and fear and death, 6 There, while the nations of the bless'd, HYMN 352. C. M. Longing after unseen Pleasure. H, could our thoughts and wishes fly, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, In ever blooming prospects rise, 3 Lord, send a beam of light divine, 4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring, Immortal in the skies. HYMN 353. L. M. The Shortness of Time, and Frailty of Man. ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days! HYMN 354. C. M. Death and Judgment appointed to all. EAV'N has confirm'd the great decree, One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down, 2 Ye living men, the tomb survey, 3 Once you must die, and once for all; For know, that heav'n or hell depends 4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd, 5 Oh, may I in the Judge behold OF HYMN 355. L. M. The Tolling Bell. FT as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul, Let each one ask himself, "Am I Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?" 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath Preserves me from the jaws of death; Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone, And plung'd into a world unknown. 3 Then, leaving all I lov'd below, To God's tribunal I must go; Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlasting state. 4 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee, And seek my hope alone in thee; Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give, Subdue my sins, and let me live. 5 Then when the solemn bell I hear, If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear; Nor would the thought distressing be, Perhaps it next may toll for me. |