Pardon, Lord, our ev'ry failing;
Oh, forgive our follies past;
Let thy grace be still prevailing,
Safe to bring us home at last.
5 If another year thou spare us,
Grace, and strength, and mercy give;
For thy holy will prepare us,
Whether we shall die or live.
Now to God, the great Jehovah,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be the highest praise for ever,
Here, and by the heav'nly host.

HYMN 400. Eights and Sixes.

Longing for a place at the right hand of the
Judge.

WHEN thou, iny righteous Judge, shall come

To fetch thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand

Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
21 love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Tho' vilest of them all;

But can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call!
3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place,
In this th' accepted day;

Thy pard'ning voice, Oh, let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;

Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found, Whene'er th' archangel's trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face;

Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heav'n's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sov'reign grace.

WH

HYMN 401. C. M.

The End of the World.

WHY should this earth delight us so ?
Why should we fix our eyes,

On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies?

2 While time his sharpest teeth prepares

Our comforts to devour,

There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.

3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The sun must end his race;
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

4 When will that glorious morning rise
When the last trumpet sound?
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?

HYMN 402. L. M.

A happy Resurrection.

NBut with a cheerful gasp resign,

I'll repine at death no more,

To the cold dungeon of the grave,
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.

;

2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust;
My God shall raise my frame anew,
At the revival of the just.

3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,
Bring that delightful, dreadful day,

Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come,
Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!
[4 Our weary spirits faint to see
The light of thy returning face,
And hear the language of those lips
Where God has shed his richest grace.]
[5 Haste then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay,
That we may join in heav'nly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.]

HYMN 403. C. M.

The Last Judgment.

Haloud th' archangel cries;

E comes! he comes! to judge the world,

While thunders roll from pole to pole
And lightnings cleave the skies.

2 Th'affrighted nations hear the sound,
And upward lift their eyes;

The slumb'ring tenants of the ground,
In living armies rise.

3 Amid the shouts of num'rous friends,
Of hosts divinely bright,

The Judge in solemn pomp descends,
Array'd in robes of light.

4 His head and hairs are white as snow,
His eyes a fiery flame,

A radiant crown adorns his brow,
And JESUS is his name.

5 Writ on his thigh his name appears,
And scars his vict'ries tell;
Lo! in his hand the Conq'ror bears
The keys of death and hell.

6 Now he ascends the judgment-seat,
And at his dread command,
Myriads of creatures round his feet
In solemn silence stand.

7 Princes, and peasants here expect
Their last, their righteous doom;
The men who dar'd his grace reject,
And they who dar'd presume.
8 " Depart, ye sons of death and sin,"
The injur'd Jesus cries,

While the long kindling wrath within
Flashes from both his eyes

9 And now in words divinely sweet,
With rapture in his face,

Aloud his sacred lips repeat

The sentence of his grace:

10" Well done, my good and faithful sons, The children of my love,

Receive the sceptres, crowns, and thrones, Prepar'd for you above."

HOSANNAS AND DOXOLOGIES.

HOSANNAS.

Long Metre.

[OSANNA to King David's Son,

H Who reigns on a superior throne;

We bless the Prince of heav'nly birth,
Who brings salvation down to earth.
2 Let ev'ry nation, ev'ry age,

In this delightful work engage;

Old men and babes in Zion sing
The growing glories of her King.

Common Metre.

HOSANNA to the Prince of grace,
Zion, behold thy King;
Proclaim the Son of David's race,
And teach the babes to sing.
2 Hosanna to th' incarnate Word,
Who from the Father came;
Ascribe salvation to the Lord,
With blessings on his name.

Short Metre.

HOSANNA to the Son

Of David and of God,

Who brought the news of pardon down,
And seal'd it with his blood.

2 To Christ, th' anointed King,
Be endless blessings giv'n;

Let the whole earth his glory sing,
Who made our peace with heav'n.,

Sevens.

SING hosanna to the Lord,

Hail the everlasting Word,

Tell his life, his death, his love,

Bow before him now above.

DOXOLOGIES.

A Song of praise to the ever blessed Trinity,
God the Father, Son, and Spirit.
Long Metre.

be the Father and his love,

To whose celestial source we owe

Rivers of endles joys above,

And rills of comfort here below.