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HYMN 348. C. M.
M To reach the heav'nly shore ;
That I shall sin no more :
Who once for sin was slain,
And on his throne doth reign.
That saints and angels raise ; And while eternal ages roll,
To sing eternal praise..
It may deceive me still ;
May plunge me down to hell.
Probation at an end ;
No pardon there descend.
To me thy Spirit give;
HYMN 349. C. M.
For a time of general Sickness. n EATH with his dread commission scald,
Now hastens to his arms ; In awful state he takes the field,
And sounds his dire alarms.
2 Attendant plagues around him stand,
And wait his dread command ; And pains and dying groans obey
The signal of his hand.
His shafts of deadly pow'r ;
Impatient to devour.
Nor let your fears prevail; Eternal life is your reward,
When life on earth shall fail. 5 What though his darts, promiscuous hurld,
Deal fatal plagues around; And heaps of putrid carcases
O’erload the cumber'd ground : 6 The arrows, that shal] wound your flesh,
Were giv'n him from above,
And feather'd all with love.
And saints lie gasping too :
HYMN 350. C. M.
L. 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 conceald from sense,
Mysterious and unknown. 3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God, Lest the o'erburden'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod. 4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease ;
And ev'ry tear he sees.
In bonds of grief confin'd ? Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod
Hangs heavy on my mind.]
With peace upon its wings?
HYMN 351. C. M.
Psalm cxviii. 18, 19.
In ev'ry chast'ning stroke;
Thy presence l invoke.
And thou hast bow'd thine ear ;
And brought salvation near.
That, with the pious throng, I may record my soleinn vows,
And tane my grateful song.
4 Praise to the Lord, whose gentle hand
Renews our lab’ring breath ;
Triumphant e'en in death.
Those heav'nly gates display,
For ever fee away.
With raptures bow around, My anthems to deliv’ring grace, in sweeter strains shall sound.
HYMN 352. C. M.
2 Cor. iv. 18.
Which sorrow ne'er invades!
Or reason's feeble ray,
Unconscious of decay.
To guide our upward aim: With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame. 4 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal in the skies,
HYMN 353. L. M.
HYMN 354. C. M.
Heb. ix. 27.
I That Adam's race inust die; One gen’ral ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie. 2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell;
In ev'ry fun’ral knell !
The solemn purport weighi ;
On that important day.