e Think how a gasping mortal lies,And pants away his breath. q 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down, Then, speechless, with a doleful groan, e 3 But oh, the soul that never dies! u 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell; a Or devils plunge it down to hell, In infinite despair. p 5 And must my body faint and die? Oh, for some guardian angel, nigh -6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand, e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust. 1 HYMN 29. C. M. Devizes. [*] o Would sound aloud thy saving love, -2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood; e And quench'd his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood. o 3 The Lamb, that free'd my captive soul From Satan's heavy chains; o And sent the lion down to howl, s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, HYMN 30. S. M. Newton. Kibworth. [*] Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, NOME, we who love the Lord, Join in a song of sweet accord, e To make our pleasures less.] 3 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; o But fav'rites of the heav'nly King Should speak their joys abroad. 4 [The God that rules on high, And thunders when he please, That, rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas. e 5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love; o He shall send down his heav'nly pow'rs, 6 There we shall see his face, 7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 8 The men of grace have found o Celestial fruits on earthly ground, b 9 The hill of Zion yields 0 A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 10 Then let our songs abound, We're marching through Emmanuel's ground, 1 HYMN 31. L. M. Sicilian. [b] THY should we start, and fear to die! WW should we sworns we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, e 1 HYMN 32. C. M. China. [b] 1H How vast our soul's affairs! e Yet senseless mortals vainly striveTo lavish out their years. -2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Just like a story, or a song, 3 God, from on high, invites us home; And, ever hast'ning to the tomb, a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, Who break such cords of love? -5 Draw us, O God, with sov'reign grace, And lift our thoughts on high; o That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. HYMN 33. C. M. Arundel. St. Asaph's. The blessed Society in Heaven. 0 1 RAISE thee, my soul, fly up, and run Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street; And say, there's nought below the sun, 2 [Thus will we mount on sacred wings, Nor earth, nor all her mightiest things, g 3 There, on a high majestic throne, And sheds his glorious goodness down, 4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour sits! No evenings there, nor gloomy nights, 5 Amidst those ever shining skies, While, banish'd, sin and sorrow flies o 6 The glorious tenants of the place, o And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One. e 7 [But Oh, what beams of heav'nly grace Ten thousand smiles from Jesus' face, e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day, When I shall leave this house of clay, HYMN 34. C. M. Isle of Wight. Zion. 1 YOME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. e 2 Look, how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys! a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. e 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies, [b*] p 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie -5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. HYMN 35. C. M. Mear. [*] e1 LEF them neglect thy glory, Lord, Who never know thy grace; But our loud song shall still record • 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne; u All glory to the united THREE, The undivided ONE. -3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) Who form'd us by a word; 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame: Salvation to the Lord! s 4 Hosanna!-let the earth and skies Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, HYMN 36. S. M. Newton. [*] 01 WE CHRIST'S Intercession. ELL, the Redeemer's gone, To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne, 2 No fiery vengeance now, -3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; e The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and loves. |