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4 But all who truly righteous be,

Their Father's kingdom then shall see ;
Shine like the sun for ever there :
He that hath ears, then let him hear ;
For soon, &c.
C.M. D.

HEBER. 1827.
TERUSALEM, Jerusalem!

Enthroned once on high,
Thou favoured home of God on earth,

Thou heaven below the sky !
Now brought to bondage with thy sons,

A curse and grief to see ;
Jerusalem, Jerusalem !

Our tears shall flow for thee.
2 Oh ! hadst thou known thy day of grace,

And flocked beneath the wing
Of Him who called thee lovingly,

Thine own anointed King:
Then had the tribes of all the world

Gone up thy pomp to see,
And glory dwelt within thy gates,

And all thy sons been free.
3 “And who art thou that mournest me ?"

Jerusalem may say,
"And fear'st not rather that thyself

May prove a cast away !"
I am a dried and abject branch,

My place is given to thee;
But woe to every barren graft

Of thy wild olive tree!
4. “Our day of grace is sunk in night,

Our time of mercy spent,
For heavy was my children's crime,

And strange their punishment :
Yet gaze not idly on our fall,

But, sinner, warned be ;
Who spared not His chosen seed,

May send His wrath on thee !.

5 “ Our day of grace is sunk in night,

Thy noon is in its prime;
Oh, turn and seek thy Saviour's face

In this accepted time!
So, Gentile, may Jerusalem

A lesson prove to thee,
And in the new Jerusalem

Thy home for ever be !"

Describing Death.

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Watts. 1719. 1 GOD! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home :
2 Under the shadow of Thy throne,

Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,

To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight,

Are like an evening gone ;
Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.
5. The busy tribes of flesh and blood,

With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,

And lost in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

7 0 God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come;
Be Thou our guard while life shall last,

And our perpetual home.

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Watts. 1709.
MHEE we adore, Eternal Name !

And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms we be !
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As days and months increase ;
And every beating pulse we tell

Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away.

The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,

To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
The' eternal states of all the dead

Upon life's feeble strings ! 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,

Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go

Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,

To walk this dangerous road !
And if our souls be hurried hence,

May they be found with God.

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S.M. C. Wesley. 1763. ND am I born to die?

To lay this body down?


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And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown ?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe

Must then my portion be:
Waked by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,

And see the flaming skies.
How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful, or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel-bands convey

Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away,

To meet its sentence there?
Who can resolve the doubt,

That rends my anxious breast!
Shall I be with the damned cast out,

Or numbered with the blest?
I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell;
Must come at His command to heaven,

Or else-depart to hell.
O Thou that would'st not have

One wretched sinner die ;
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save

From endless misery!
Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe;
That when Thou comest on Thy throne

I may with joy appear !

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6 Thou art Thyself the Way;

Thyself in me reveal :
So shall I spend my life's short day

Obedient to Thy will :
· So shall I love my God,

Because He first loved me,
And praise Thee in Thy bright abode,

To all eternity.

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4.88 & 2-68. C. WESLEY. 1763.
AND am I only born to die?
A And must I suddenly comply

With nature's stern decree ?
What after death for me remains ?
Celestial joy, or hellish pains,

To all eternity!
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,

And props the house of clay!
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare

Against that fatal day!
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,

If life so soon is gone :
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before

The' inexorable throne !
4 No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment's misery, or joy;

But Oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place ?
Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend ?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death

That never, never dies !

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