And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given
T'escape from hell, and fly to heaven;
The day of grace—and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device, nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
4 There are no acts of pardon pass'd
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.

2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

3 Since on this fleeting hour
Eternity is hung,

Awake, by thine almighty pow'r,
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;
O! be that still pursu❜d!
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,

Lest life's young, golden beams should die
In sudden endless night.

153

HYMN. C. M.

1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God,

With rays of

mercy shine:

O let thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine.
2 With thee let every week begin;
With thee each day be spent;
To thee each fleeting hour be given,
Since each by thee is lent.

3 Thus cheer us through this desert road,
Till all our labours cease;-

Till heav'n refresh our weary souls
With everlasting peace.

1 ETERNITY is just at hand,
And shall I waste my ebbing sand?
And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?
2 Eternity!-tremendous sound!—
To guilty souls a dreadful would!
But O! if Christ and heav'n be mine,
How sweet the accents!-how divine!
3 Be this my chief, my only care-

My high pursuit-my ardent pray'r-
An interest in the Saviour's blood,
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.
4 But should my brightest hopes be vain;
The rising doubts how sharp their pain!
My fears, O gracious God, remove,
Confirm my title to thy love.

5 Search, Lord-O search my inmost heart,
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heav'n and thee.

THE JUDGMENT.

HYMN. C. M.

155 Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection.

1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay;

I yield my body to the dust,
To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs;
My great Redeemer ever lives,
My God, my Saviour, comes.

3 The mighty Conquʼror shall appear,
High on a royal seat;

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong, immortal eyes,
And feast upon thine unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

HYMN. S. M.

156 Hope of the Resurrection.

1 AND must this body die?
This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And frequent from the skies,

Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love-
We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

5 Accept, O Lord, the praise

Of these our humble songs,

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

157

HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's.

1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain!

Thousand, thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!

Jesus comes-and comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty!

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see!

3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heav'n and earth shall flee away; All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day"Come to judgment!—

Come to judgment!-come away." 4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory: Make thy righteous sentence known! O come quickly—

Claim the kingdom for thine own!

1 HARK!-that shout of rapt'rous joy,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes!-and through the sky,
Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view;
Heav'n and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

Her wishes she fully has gain'd-
She's now where she longed to be.
Then let us forbear to complain,

That she has now gone from our sight;
We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.

144

HYMN C. M.

Death of a young person.

1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh, may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r-"I too must die”—
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 The voice of this alarming scene
May ev'ry heart obey;

Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.

HYMN. C. M.

145 Death and Burial of Christians.

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,
To heav'n's desired abode?-
Why should we wish the hours more slow,
Which keeps us from our God?

3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

'Twas there the Saviour's body lay, And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And soften'd every bed: