The righteous Judge, at that great day, 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed But all that love and long to see 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe 6 God is my everlasting aid, -1 And hell shall rage in vain ; HYMN 131. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-A voice from the tombs. HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound; "Ye living men, come view the ground, 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, HE HYMN 132. C. M. Funeral Consolations. EAR what the voice from heav'n declares To those in Christ who die! "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, "They reign with him on high. 2 Then, why lament departed friends, 3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure, The law gave sin its strength and pow'r ; 4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And rising thence, their hopes he rais❜d 5 Then joyfully, while life we have, 1 THE The life of faith. HE moment a sinner believes, 3 Tho' thousands and thousands of foes Their rage he thro' Christ can oppose, 4 The faith, that unites to the Lamb, The wounded in conscience makes whole. 6 Christ lives by his Spirit in them, Whose hearts are renewed by grace; And they, by their faith, live in him, A life of pure joy, love, and peace. 1 0 HYMN 134. C. M. The Walk of faith. FOR a closer walk with God, 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd! But now I find an aching void, 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins, that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from the throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, 1 HYMN 135. L. M. The Conflicts of jaith. ESUS, our soul's delightful choice, Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief, 2 Thy promises our hearts revive, Too weak to wield the shield or sword, Be thou our Jesus, and our all. זי HYMN 136, L. M. The Trials of faith. PRAYED the Lord, that I might grow Might more of his salvation know, 2 'Twas he, who taught me thus to pray, And let the angry pow'rs of hell, 5 Yea more; with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 6"Lord, why is this?" I trembling cried, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death! ""Tis in this way," the Lord replied, " I answer prayer for grace and faith: 7 "These inward trials I employ, "From self and pride to set thee free ; "And break thy schemes of earthly joy, "That thou mayest seek thine all in me." HYMN 137. L. M. 1 W The Triumph of faith. WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn ? And mercy like a mighty stream, 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? Behold him rising from the dead. |