4 But saints, undaunted and serene,
Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene;
Your Saviour lives, though worlds expire,
And earth and skies dissolve in fire.
5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend,
To thee my all I dare commend;
Thou canst preserve my feeble soul,
When lightnings blaze from pole to pole.

CCCCXVII. S. M.

DODDridge.

The final sentence and misery of the wicked. Matt. xxv. 41,

AND will the Judge descend?

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the numerous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?

3 "Depart from me, accurs'd,
"To everlasting flame,
"For rebel angels first prepar'd,
"Where mercy never came."

4 How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day:

When earth and heaven, before his face,
Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead;
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

6 Ye sinners seek his grace,

Whose wrath ye cannot bear;

N what confusion earth appears,

IN

God's dearest children bath'd in tears; While they, who heaven itself deride, Riot in luxury and pride.

2 But patient let my soul attend,
And, ere I censure, view the end;
That end, how different, who can tell?
The wide extremes of heaven and hell.
3 See the red flames around him twine,
Who did in gold and purple shine!
Nor can his tongue one drop obtain
T'allay the scorching of his pain.

4 While round the saint, so poor below,
Full rivers of salvation flow;

On Abram's breast he leans his head,
And banquets on celestial bread.

5 Jesus, my Saviour, let me share
The meanest of thy servant's fare;
May I at last approach to taste
The blessings of thy marriage-feast.
HELL, THE IMPENITENT SINNER'S
OWN PLACE.

CCCCXIX. C. M. RYLAND, Junior.
Hell, the Sinner's own place. Acts i. 25.
ORD, when I read the traitor's doom,
To his own place consign'd,"

What holy fear, and humble hope
Alternate fill my mind!

2 Traitor to thee I too have been,
But sav'd by matchless grace,
Or else the lowest, hottest hell
Had surely been my place.
3 Thither I was by law adjudg'd,
And thitherward rush'd on;
And there in my eternal doom
Thy justice might have shone.

4 But lo! (what wondrous matchless love!)
I call a place my own
On earth within the gospel sound,
And at thy gracious throne.

5 A place is mine among the saints,
A place at Jesus' feet,

And I expect in heaven a place
Where saints and angels meet.

Blest Lamb of God, thy sovereign grace
To all around I'd tell,

Which made a place in glory mine,
Whose just desert was hell.

HEAVEN, THE JOY OF WORSHIP THERE.

The worship of Heaven. John xvii. 24.
FOR a sweet, inspiring ray,

To animate our feeble strains,

From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns! 2 There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall;

And with delightful worship own

smile their bliss, their heaven, their all.

3 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise,

And love, and joy, and triumph spread
Through all th' assemblies of the skies.
4 He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs,
To boundless rapture while they gaze!
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.

5 There all the favorites of the Lamb
Shall join at last the heavenly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith and warm desire!
6 Dear Saviour, let thy Spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
"Till death remove this mortal vei!,
And we behold thy lovely face.

DOXOLOGIES

FOR BOTH PARTS OF THE BOOK.*
CCCCXXI. L. M.

O God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth and all in heav'n.

CCCCXXII. C. M.

LET God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit be ador'd,

Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints that love the Lord.

CCCCXXIII. S. M.

E angels round the throne,

And saints that dwell below,

*For several Metres in the second part there are no Doxologies.

Dd

Worship the Father, praise the Son,
And bless the Spirit too....

GLO

CCCCXXIV. 7s.

LORY to the Father's name, Jesus' excellence proclaim, Sing the blessed Spirit's praise, Angels swell the notes we raise.

CCCCXXV. 112th.

PRAISE Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Ye suff'ring and triumphant host;
One God, in persons three adore,
The same in majesty and pow'r:
Shout to the great Jehovah's praise
Ye sons of glory and of grace.

CCCCXXVI. 8.7.4.

GLORY be to God the Father,

Glory to the eternal Son;

Sound aloud the Spirit's praises,

Join the elders round the throne:

Hallelujah,

Hail the glorious Three in One!

GIVE

IVE to the Father praise,
Give glory to the Son;

And to the Holy Ghost,

Be equal honour done:

Our mercies thee their author claim,
All honour to the eternal name.

CCCCXXVIII.

TO God the great Father be praise,
All glory to Jesus the Son;

And to the blest Spirit of

peace,

Let honours co-equal be done.