386-388 Every one of us Shall Give Account of Himself. 3 How careful, then, ought I to live,- 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, 5 If now thou standest at the door, And make my peace with God, before 6 My peace thou hast already made, 387 I have stretched out my hands unto thee, Psalm lxxxviii. 9. Father, I stretch my hands to thee; No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah, whither shall I go? What did thine only Son endure Before I drew my breath! My weary, longing eyes; 388 C. M. Charles Wesley, ab. 1741. For me vouchsafed th' unspotted Lamb I see his feet, and read my name Forth from the Lord his gushing blood And every wound proclaimed aloud 7 Ah, might I, Lord, the virtue prove For me the Saviour's blood avails, Of thine atoning blood, And know thou ever livest above, My Advocate with God. Charles Wesley, 1763. Almighty to atone; The hands he gave to piercing nails Shall lead me to his throne. Augustus M. Toplady, 1759. O Death, Where is Thy Sting? 389 Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. C. M. Rev. xiv, 13. Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead! They die in Jesus, and are blest: How calm their slumbers are! Till that illustrious morning come, Their tongues, great Prince of Life, shall join And all the immortal host ascribe 390 Ver. 1, 2, Isaac Watts, 1709; ver. 3, 4, Unknown. In remembrance of me. In memory of the Saviour's love, By faith we take the bread of life, Under his banner thus we sing And thus anticipate by faith 389-393 How long shall death the tyrant reign, When shall the tedious night be gone? Let faith arise and climb the hills, Lo, I behold the scattering shades; I see the Lord of glory come, Thomas Cotterill, 1812; Richard Whittingham, 1835. I have fought the good fight. C. M. 391 The battles of the Lord: God hath laid up in heaven for me Nor hath the King of grace decreed Isaac Watts, ab. 1709. I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" They leave the dust, and on the wing In shining garments meet their King, Oh, may my humble spirit stand How will our joy and wonder rise, Psalm xxiii. 4. Isaac Watts, 1709. 393 I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms, Isaac Watts, ab. 1709. 2 My dying Saviour, and my God, Fountain for guilt and sin, Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, And cleanse and keep me clean. C. M. 396 Thou art my hope, O Lord God. Psalm lxxi, 5. C. M. Anne Steele, 1716. Eternal Source of joys divine, To thee my soul aspires; Oh, could I say, "The Lord is mine!" 'Tis all my soul desires. Thy smile can gild the shade of woe, Spread the fair dawn of heaven below, My Hope, my Trust, my Life, my Lord, Assure me of thy love; Oh, speak the kind, transporting word, And bid my fears remove. Then shall my thankful powers rejoice, Till heavenly rapture tune my voice Anne Steele, 1716-1778. H., 1883. Let us Run With Patiqnge the Rage. 398 Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm xlvi. 10. Keep silence, all created things, C. M. 400 And wait your Maker's nod; Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, His mighty voice bids ancient night And lo, ten thousand globes of light Guides the vast, moving frame; He brings the haughty low. 399 Isaac Watts, 1709. ab. H, Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace, Let plenteous grace descend on those, With cheerful feet may they advance, James Newton, 1787. Woman, behold thy son. John xix. 26. 398-402 C. M. O Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, The shameful cross beneath! Let thine own word of tenderness But not with strength like thine, we go Alexander Ramsay Thompson, 1869. C. M. D. Arr. H., 1880. Fine - ers of Re-deem-ing love I see before me lie; the pinions of a dove, I'd to those riv-ers fly. bold Jor-dan's stormy main, And leave the world behind. ** perior to my pain, With joy out-strip the wind; . D.C. Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame |