But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head;
Away your spirit flies;

And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright they shine :
Your heaps of glittering dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.]

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HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*]
The Pleasures of a Good Conscience.

LORD, how secure, and blest, are they

Who feel the joys of pardoned sin!
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heaven and peace within.
2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love:

And, soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move.

3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away;

Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be.

4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasures grow;
And longing hopes, and cheerful smiles,
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.)

5 They scorn to seek our golden toys;
But spend the day, and share the night,
In numbering o'er the richer joys,
That heaven prepares for their delight.

6 While wretched we, like worms and moles,
Lie grovelling in the dust below:
Almighty grace, renew our souls,
And we'll aspire to glory too.] ·

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HYMN 58. C. M.

Reading. [b]

Shortness of Life, and Goodness of God.

TIME

IME! what an empty vapour 'tis !
And days, how swift they are!

Swift as an Indian arrow flies,

Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;

That we can never say, they're here,
But only say, they're past.

3 [Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.]

Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favours share;
Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,
And we are clothed with love

While grace stands pointing out the road,
That leads our souls above.

o 6 His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord!

His mercy never knows a bound;
And be his Name adored!-

7 [Thus we begin the lasting song:
And when we close our eyes,

Let the next age thy praise prolong.
Till time and nature dies.]

HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*]

1

Paradise on Earth.

GLORY to God who walks the sky,

And sends his blessings through;

Who tells his saints of joys on high,

And gives a taste below.

2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne,
That dust and worms may see't;

And brings a glimpse of glory down,
Around his sacred feet.]

3 When Christ, with all his graces crowned,
Sheds his kind beams abroad;

"Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud.

o 4 A blooming paradise of joy

In this wild desert springs;

And every sense I straight employ
On sweet celestial things.

5 [White lilies all around appear,

And each his glory shows:
The rose of Sharon blossoms here,
The fairest flower that blows.
6 Cheerful I feast on heavenly fruit,
And bring the pleasures down,→→→→
Pleasures that flow hard by the foot
Of the eternal throne.]

e 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay!
How soon my sins arise,

And snatch the heavenly scene away
From these lamenting eyes.

e-8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
The shining day appear,

That I shall leave these clouds of sin,
And guilt and darkness here?

o 9 Up to the fields above the skies,
My hasty feet would go;"

o There everlasting flowers arise, There joys unwithering grow.

HYMN 60. L. M.

Green's. [*]

The Truth of God the Promiser.
RAISE, everlasting praise, be paid

Praise to the God, whose strong decrees
Sway the creation as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord,
Who rules his people by his word;
And there, as strong as his decrees,
He sets his kindest promises.

3 (Firm are the words his prophets give,
Sweet words, on which his children live;
Each of them is the voice of God,

Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.)
o 4 [Each of them powerful as that sound,
That bade the new-made world go round;
And stronger than the solid poles,
On which the wheel of nature rolls.]

e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes?

e Slowly, alas! our mind receives

The comforts that our Maker gives.

-6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith,
To credit what the Almighty saith;-
To embrace the message of his Son,
And call the joys of heaven our own.
g 7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake,
And all the wheels of nature break ; ·
Our steady souls shall fear no more,
Than solid rocks when billows roar.
8 [Our everlasting hopes arise
Above the ruinable skies,-

Where the eternal Builder reigns,

And his own courts his power sustains.].

HYMN 61. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b*] A Thought of Death and Glory.

e 1 MY soul, come meditate the day,

And think how near it stands,

When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb;

This gloomy prison waits for you,

Whene'er the summons come.)

e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die,
And place us in their stead;
-Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead.

4 Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh,
These fetters, and this load,-

And long for evening to undress,
That we may rest with God.]

o 6 We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come;

And pray and wish our souls away,
To their eternal home.

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HYMN 62. C. M. [b]

God the Thunderer.*

to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts, And thou, O earth, adore;

• Made in a great, sudden storm of thunder, Aug. 20, 1697

Let death and hell, through all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariots shake the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.
3 His nostrils breathe out fiery streams;
And, froin his awful tongue,

A sovereign voice divides the flames,
And thunder rolls along..

e 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,
When this incensed God

Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And fling his wrath abroad!

5 What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defied the Lord!

But he shall dread the Thunderer now,
And sink beneath his word.

6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll,
To blast the rebel worm,-
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.]

HYMN 63. C. M.

C. M. Bishopsgate. [*]

A Funeral Thought.

1H Mine ears attend the cry

ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound!

d "Ye living men, come view the ground, "Where you must shortly lie.

2" Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your towers;

"The tall, the wise, the reverend head, "Must lie as low as ours.'

p 3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure!

Still walking downwards to our tomb,
And yet prepare no more!

4 Grant us the powers of quickening grace,
To fit our souls to fly;

o Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 64. L. M. Green's. All Saints. [*]

God the Glory and Defence of Zion.

APPY the church, thou sacred place,
The stat of thy Creator's grace,