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“ Be ye also Ready." (Matt. xxiv. 44.) L. M. 1 OFT as the bell with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Prepared, should I be call'd to die?"
And seek my hope alone in Thee;
Subdue my sin, and let me live.
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Perhaps it next may toll for me.
And wish and long to hear Thy voice;
(Amos iv. 12.)
Lodged in Thy sov'reign hand;
It is at Thy command.
And bears our life away ;
Improve each passing day.
Eternity is hung;
The aged and the young,
Be that one thing pursued ;
Thy pard’ning voice renew'd.
Spread an alarm abroad;
cry in ev'ry careless ear,
444.“ Blessed are the Dead which die in the Lord.”
(Rev. xiv. 13.) C. M.
The moment after death;
When He resigns his breath.
To trace its heav'nward flight;
They are supremely blest;
His presence always view ;-
There we shall praise Him too. 445.“ I shall be Satisfied, fc. (Psalm xvii. 15.) L.M.
1 WHAT tongue can tell, what fancy paint,
The joys that fill th' enraptured saint,
He shares their bliss and swells their song.
His portion all that God can grant:
And dwell in heav'n with Him and His.
The darkness all is left behind ;
In full resplendance stand reveal'a.
In heav'n is cold and mix'd no more;
And lives a pure eternal flame.
He dwells exempt from all alarm;
446. Christ coming to Judgment. 9th P. M.
(1 Thess. iv. 16. 1 Cor. xv. 52.)
Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Shakes the vast creation round:
Cloth'd in majesty divine !
Then shall 6 This God is mine :"
Rise to life from earth and sea ;
From His face astonish'd flee:
Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below,
“ Come near, ye blessed,
“ To die is Gain.” (Phil. i. 21.) L. M.
When sinks a weary soul to rest;
And faith supports th' expiring breast !
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Which then the christian soul enjoys.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!
The spirit to its Saviour flies ;
448. Judgment. (Rev. i. 7.) 14th P. M.
Gave forth His voice of thunder ;
Outstretch'd in fear and wonder;
The rocks were rent asunder.
A meek and suff'ring stranger,
In nature's hour of danger;
And met His father's anger.
The king of all created,
On clouds of glory seated ;
O'er death and hell defeated. 449. The Shortness and Uncertainty of Life. C. M.
(Psalm xxxvii. 35, 36.)
And some are mark'd to fall :
And soon shall smite us all.
With its new foliage on,
I pass'd, and they were gone.
For yet an hour to come;
And save us from the tomb.
Reveald in sacred page ;
450. Judgment. (Rev. xi. 18.) 4th P.M.
The end of things created !
On clouds of glory seated.
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
At the last trumpet's sounding,
With joy their Lord surrounding :
On those prepared to meet Him.
Behold His wrath prevailing;
And sighs are unavailing;
All unprepared to meet Him.
The end of things created !
On clouds of glory seated :
And thus prepare to meet Him. 451.
Judgment. (2 Cor. v. 10.) S. M.
The dead must all arise ;
His all-discerning eyes.
Whose wrath we cannot bear ;