HYMN 582. C. M. H. K. White. Chapel. Aldridge. Wantage. 1 THRO' sorrow's night and danger's path, 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 4 These ashes poor, this little dust, 5 Then love's soft dew o'er ev'ry eye And the long silent dust shall burst HYMN 583. L. M. China. Luther's Hymn. 1 THE saints, who now in Jesus sleep, 2 How loud shall our glad voices sing, 3 When Jesus we in glory meet, HYMN 584. ` L. M. Babylon. Carthage. 1 OUR life how short! a groan, a sigh; 2 My soul! death swallows up thy fears, 3 Oh! how the resurrection light 4 My soul, my body I will trust, DAY OF JUDGMENT. HYMN 585. C. M. Addison. Martyr's. Windsor. Colchester. 1 WHEN rising from the bed of death, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd In Majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh, how shall I appear! 4 Prepare me, Lord, to meet that day, When I shall view these solemn scenes, HYMN 586. C. M. Elgin. Windsor. Watts. Everlasting absence of God intolerable. 1 THAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sov'reign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, Depart! 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, "Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, 4 What to be banish'd from my life, 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair 6 Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands; Show me some promise in thy book, HYMN 587. 8, 7, 4. Littleton. Jordan. Luke xiii. 28. 1 SEE th' Eternal Judge descendingView him seated on his throne! Now, poor sinner, now lamenting, Stand and hear thy awful doomTrumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, That he ne'er was born again : When I felt his Spirit move." 4 Now, despisers, look and wonder! Hope and sinners here must part, Louder than a peal of thunder, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!" Lost for ever, Hear the dreadful sound, "Depart!" Northampton Chapel. Tabernacle. 1 SINNERS, take the friendly warningSoon that awful day shall break, And the trumpet with its dawning, All the slumb'ring millions wake. 2 See assembled ev'ry nation !— Lofty cities, temples, tow'rs, Wrapp'd in dreadful conflagration, Earth and sea the flame devours. 3 Ye, who to the world dissemble, While you practise deeds of night, |