Then we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wish'd for land. When we shall dwell above; Ps. xc. 5,9. Its torrents to From that abyss again. Descending down to night, Back to the gates of light. The mighty men of old ! In sacred books enrollid? His long, his silent home; HYMN 578. 8s. Job xvi. 22. xvii. 1, 11. WAIT a few sorrowful years, And then I no longer shall mourn, A way I shall never return; 367 A point of time No longer on earth I delay, Or linger as loath to depart. My time as a shadow is fled, To rest with the peaceable dead: Whose dust is all safe in the tomb, HYMN 579. L. M, Eternity. And shall I waste my ebbing sand; And throw my inch of time away? 2 But an eternity there is Of endless wo, or endless bliss; We to eternity are bound. Have left this fleeting world behind! Gone to a long eternity. In all the fiery deeps of hell; Penitent. Pilgrim. Woods. 4 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 368 Removes me to Oi--shuts me Eternal things Wake me to When thou w To meet a jo To make my And to the en A point of time--a moment's space- Or--shuts me up in hell! Eternal things impress; Wake me to righteousness. The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To meet a joyful doom? To make my calling sure ! And to the end endure! RESURRECTION. THI SLEY. HYMN 581. C. M. Florence. Steffani's. Clifford. Anew shall paint the plain; And flourish green again. DAY OF JUDGMENT. 3 The th Wou Twou With 4 What And To ling Yet 5 Oh, wr Tos And fi I mu 6 Oh, tel Is go Show Whe HYMN 585. C. M. ADDISON. Martyr's. Windsor. Colchester. O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, Oh, how shall I appear! And mercy may be sought, And trembles at the thought: In Majesty severe, Oh, how shall I appear! Ere yet it be too late, Elgin. Windsor. Th' appointed hour makes hasteWhen 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! Now, Stand Tr Stan 2 Heart Fill While Tha GI Tha 3 "Yong Wit Oh, th Whe GO Whe 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear. And yet forbid to die ! Yet death for ever fly! To see my God remove I must not taste his love! Is graven on thy hands; HYMN 587. 8, 7,4. Luke xiii. 28. View him seated on his throne! Trumpets call thee! Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the cries he now is venting, Fill'd with dread of fiercer pain; While in anguish thus lamenting, That he ne'er was born again, Greatly mourning, That he ne'er was born again: With the marks of dying love; Golden moments, |