Page images
PDF
EPUB

o 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above;

g Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

1

Rippon's Col.

HYMN 218. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*]

IN

Eternity joyfully anticipated.

this world of sin and sorrow, Compass'd round with many a care, From eternity we borrow

Hope that can exclude despair. 2 Thee, triumphant God and Saviour, In the glass of faith we see!

O assist each faint endeavour!

Raise our earth-born souls to thee. e 3 Place that awful scene before us Of the last tremendous day,-When to life thou wilt restore us: Lingering ages, haste away!

[ocr errors]

4 When this vile and sinful nature Incorruption shall put on:

-Life renewing, glorious Saviour,

1

Let thy glorious will be done. Madan's Col.

HYMN 219. C. M. Plymouth. [b]

Old age approaching.

ETERNAL God, enthron'd on high!

Whom angel hosts adore;

Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh,

Thy presence I implore.

2 O guide me down the steep of age,
And keep my passions cool:
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practise every rule.

3 My flying years time urges on,
What's human must decay;

e My friends, my young companions goneCan I expect to stay?

e 4 Can I exemption plead, when death Projects his awful dart?

Can med'cines then prolong my breath,
Or virtue shield my heart?

-5 Ah, no!-then smooth the mortal hour;
On thee my hope depends:
Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends.

o 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels join the lay,)
Admitted to the blest abode,

Its endless anthems pay :

07 Through heaven, howe'er remote the bound, Thy matchless love proclaim;

g And join the choir of saints, who sound Their great Redeemer's name. Rippon's Col.

1

HYMN 220. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b]

Warning to prepare for Death.

VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear

Repent!-thy end is nigh!

Death, at the farthest, can't be far,
Oh, think before thou die!

2 Reflect-thou hast a soul to save:
Thy sins-how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dread account?

3 Death enters-and there's no defence:
His time, there's none can tell :
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven-or to hell!

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume;
But, ah! destruction stops not there!—
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5 To-day the gospel calls;-to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you:

Let ev'ry one forsake his way,

1

And mercy will ensue.

HYMN 221. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Death and Judgment appointed to all. Heb. ix, 27.

Hart.

1H That Adam's race must die:

EAVEN has confirm'd the dread decree,

One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down-
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;

e Hark! how the awful summous sounds, In ev'ry funeral knell!

3 Once you must die-and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh:

For know, that heaven or hell are hung
On that important day!

4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake, the Judge to see;

And ev'ry word-and ev'ry thought-
Must pass his scrutiny.

-5 Oh may I in the Judge behold
My Saviour and my Friend;

o And, far beyond the reach of death, With all his saints ascend.

1

idge.

Doddridge.

HYMN 222. L. M. Islington. [*] Desiring to depart and be with Christ. Phil. i, 23. HILE on the verge of life I stand, And view the scenes on either hand,

My spirit struggles with my clay;
And longs to wing its flight away.
o 2 Come, ye angelic guardians, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
-Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own.
e 3 The blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at his feet ;—
o Rais'd in his arms, to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace.
-4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I'll wait thy signal for my flight;

For, while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

1

Doddridge.

HYMN 223. C. M. St. Paul's. [b*]

Death welcomed: Heaven anticipated.

AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint and die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:-

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In the Redeemer's breast.

o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain ;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
4 I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

e 5 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,

Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

o 6 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
o They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
-7 Oh what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life and friends away;

But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

HYMN 224. L. M. Carthage. [b *]

Death of the Sinner and Saint.

1 THAT scenes of horrour and of dread

WHAT
Await the sinner's dying bed!

Death's terrours all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night!

e 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise ;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.

3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest :

o Death strikes the blow-he groans and cries→ And, in despair and horrour-dies.

-4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss:
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrours in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
—6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last.

1

Fawcett.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Infants, living or dying, in the arms of Christ.
HY life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine;

Thine image trace in ev'ry word,
Thy love in ev'ry line.

2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.
d 3 'I take these little lambs,' said he,
'And lay them in my breast;

'Protection they shall find in me'In me be ever blest.

4 'Death may the bands of life unloose, 'But can't dissolve my love;

'Millions of infant souls compose

"The family above.

5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise, 'And mould with heavenly skill:

'I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 'And hands to do my will.'

o 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear, And shout, with joys divine,

d 'Dear Saviour, all we have and are, 'Shall be for ever thine.'

1

Stennet.

HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]
On the death of Children. Isa. iv, 5.

E mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead,

« PreviousContinue »