5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 1 F XI. DEATH. HYMN 188. Job xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. EW, are thy days, and full of wo, Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art, 2 Behold the emblem of thy state The number'd hour is on the wing 4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, That bounds the few and weary days 1 H HYMN 189. (C. M.) (C. M.) ARK! from the tombs a mournful sound: “Ye living men, come view the ground 2" Princes, this clay must be your bed, "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace That we may view thy glorious face 'TH HYMN 190. Job xiv. 11-14. HE mighty flood that rolls 2 So days, and years, and time, 3 And man, when in the grave, 4 O, may I find in death A hiding-place with God, 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care, and grief, V HYMN 191. VITAL spark of heavenly flame! 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, (S. M.) What is this absorbs me quiteSteals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Heaven opens on mine eyes! mine ears 1 With sounds seraphic ring! XII. JUDGMENT. HYMN 192. (C. M.) HEN, rising from the bed of death, WH I see my Maker, face to face; O how shall I appear! 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, O how shall I appear! 4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, That faith in Christ's atoning blood 5 Then never shall my soul despair Who knows thine only Son has died 1 A HYMN 193. ND will the Judge descend? 2 And from his righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound; (S. M.) And through the numerous guilty throng 3" Depart from me, accurs'd, "To everlasting flame, "For rebel angels first prepar'd, 4 How will my heart endure When earth and heaven before his face 5 But, ere the trumpet shakes 6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, Whose wrath ye cannot bear; 7 So shall that curse remove, By which the Saviour bled; 'G REAT God, what do I see and hear! The Judge of man I see appear, On clouds of glory seated: The trumpet sounds; the graves restore 2 The dead in Christ shall first arise, On those prepar'd to meet him. 3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears, Behold his wrath prevailing; For they shall rise, and find their tears The day of grace is past and gone; 4 Great God, what do I see and hear! 'The Judge of man I see appear, 1 HYMN 195. St. Luke xiii. 24-27. EEK, my soul, the narrow gate, Enter ere it be too late; Many ask to enter there, When too late to offer pray'r. 2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, Then, though sinners cry without, Sad their everlasting lot— XIII. ETERNITY. HYMN 196. WHERE shall rest be found! Rest for the weary soul?— (III. 1.) (S. M.) "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh: 3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasur❜d by the flight of years- 4 There is a death, whose pang P |