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Ye know the way to Jesu's throne;
Source of my joys, and of your own. 4 That blissful interview, how sweet
To fall transported at his feet!
Through the fun beaming of his grace. 5 As with the seraph's voice to sing,
To fly as on the cherub's wing!
The present Saviour's high commands. 6 Yet, with these prospects full in sight
We'll wait the signal for the flight;
HYMN 146. P. M.
Telling us of frightful things.
Glooniy vaults where pris'ners lie;
You, alas! must shortly die. 2 Don't you see how unexpected
In my chariot I do ride, Convulsions, fits, and pain, and sickness,
Are the weapons by my side. Deaf I am to all entreaties;
When commission'd I must go, With mortal paleness on my features,
Thus I give the fatal blow.. 3 Never have I spared any,
Parents, children, husbands, wives; Neither am I brib'd by money,
Physit will not save your lives. Kingdoms, countries, or their cities,
Kings, their councils, or their slaves: None of these I've ever pitied;
Soon I'll bring them to their graves. 4 There they lie without distinction;
Thus I boast my thousand slain;
Nor can they, without permission,
Ever hope to rise again.
Died, and in the grave did lay. 5 See him rising, hear him crying,
I, O death, have conquer'd you !
Yet my saints I will bring through.
May rejoice in Christ their King;
And the weary are at rest;
There they are divinely blest.
Free from anguish, care and pain;
Ere shall frighten them again. 7 There the saints sing hallelujahs,
Are complete in Christ their King; Ask the grave, Where's now thy vict'ry?
Boasting monster! where's thy sting? If we're pardon'd through the Saviour,
Though the grave may us annoy. Death 's the gate to endless pleasure, Road to everlasting joy.
HYMN 147. C. M. I DEA God her with us there;
EATH cannot make our souls afraid, We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
If my Creator bid ;
And die as Moses did.
And view the promis'd land
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.
I would forget my breath,
Or so divine a death.
HYMN 148. P. M. 1 WH THY shrinks iny weak nature? ah! what
can it mean? Why flutters my heart, which till now wax
serene? Why lingering and trembling, while glory's 80
near ? Or whence the enchantment that fetters me
here? 2 Thou world of illusions, for ever adieu ! Your phantoms unhailow'd recede from my
view; New worlds and new wonders my passions in.
vite, And glories ineffa hle dawn in my sight. 3 Hail, visions celestial, and thou divine Source
Of life, hope, and glory; if e'er in my course,
heart, Now let me in peace and in triumph depart. 4 'Tis done! lo, they come! bright celestials de.
scend; Saints, angels, and seraphs, their symphonies
lend : The spheres are all vocal, the raptures draw
near, Impartial vibrations resound in my ear. 5 Cease! cease then, fond nature; ohl cease thor
thy strife, And let me now languish and die into life: Blest powers receive me; I mount on your wing; Oh grave, where's thy victory ? oh death wierce
HYMN 149. P. M. 1 НЕ TEAR what God the Lord hath spoken,
“Oh my people, faint and few; Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you; Thorns of heartfelt tribulation,
Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation,
And your gates shall all be Praise. 2“There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow; For the Lord your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow : Still in undisturb'd possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression
Hear the voice of war again. 3 “Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see,
Find eternal noon in me,
Change to day the gloom of night;
God your everlasting light.”
DEATH AND JUDGMENT.
HYMN 150. L. M. · A' every moment
of our breath, Life trembles on the brink of death, A taper's flame that upward turns,
While downwards to the dust it burns. 2 A moment ushered us to birth,
Heirs of the commonwealth of earth;
3 'Twixt that long field which gave us light,
And that which soon shall end in night, There is a point no eye can see,
Yet on it hangs eternity.
Whether it leads to heaven or hell,
The immortal soul we save or lose.
Time present is our only lot;
HYMN 151. P. M. 1
YoMark! his chariot's drawing near: Starry worlds before him rending,
Flaming troops do now appearHeaven shaking, Earth a quaking,
Mountains fly before his face, The dead their dusty beds forsaking, Nature sinking in a blaze. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hark the Ilcrald Angels sing, Join us Christians! Join us Christians,
Join to praise our new born King. 2 Now behold each shining conqueror,
Rising from their dusty beds, Fly to meet their blessed Saviour,
Glittering crowns upon their heads; Hear them tell their pleasing story
To their smiling lovely King,
Join to praise our glorious King. 3 Once an infant in a manger,
There the Lord of glory lay ;
But upon the oxen's hay;