3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung Is now at last fulfill'd;

And Death yields up his ancient reign,
And, vanquish'd, quits the field.

4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice,
And now in triumph sing:-

O Grave, where is thy victory?
And where, O Death, thy sting?

1101

SPLE

7th P. M. 8 lines 7s.

Clothed with immortality.

PIRIT, leave thy house of clay;
Ling'ring dust, resign thy breath;
Spirit, cast thy chains away;

Dust, be thou dissolved in death:-
Thus the mighty Saviour speaks,
While the faithful Christian dies;
Thus the bonds of life he breaks,
And the ransom'd captive flies.

2 Pris'ner, long detain'd below,
Pris'ner, now with freedom blest,
Welcome from a world of wo;
Welcome to a land of rest :-
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high,
While with hallelujahs ring
All the regions of the sky.

3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,
Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise:
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls-
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay;
Immortality thy walls,

And eternity thy day.

1102

4th P. M. 886, 886.

Tokens of the judgment a source of joy to the believer. OW happy are the little flock,

HOW

Who, safe beneath their guardian-rock,
In all commotions rest!

When war's and tumult's waves run high,
Unmoved, above the storm they lie,
They lodge in Jesus' breast.

2 The plague, and dearth, and din of war,
Our Saviour's swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise:
Earth's basis shook, confirms our hope;
Its cities' fall, but lifts us up,

To meet thee in the skies.

3 Thy tokens we with joy confess,
The war proclaims the Prince of peace,
The earthquake speaks thy power:
The famine all thy fulness brings,
The plague presents thy healing wings,
And nature's final hour.

4 Whatever ills the world befall
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near:

His chariot will not long delay;

We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,— Triumphant Lord, appear.

1103

L

8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.

We also shall appear with Him in glory.
IFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here:

Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens

Of his heavenly kingdom near.

2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darken'd into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,

Shines the everlasting light.

3 See the stars from heaven falling;
Hark, on earth the doleful cry;
Men on rocks and mountains calling,
While the frowning Judge draws nigb:
Hide us, hide us,

Rocks and mountains, from his eye!

4 With what diff'rent exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the tokens of his passion,

By the marks received for me :-
All discern him :

All with shouts cry out,-'Tis He!

5 Lo! 'tis He! our hearts' Desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with his choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow:
Palms of vict❜ry,

Crowns of glory, to bestow.

1104

IN

5th P. M. 4 lines 7.

Signs of approaching judgment. N the sun, and moon, and stars, Signs and wonders there shall be; Earth shall quake with inward wars, Nations with perplexity.

2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep, Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise; Wilder storms the mountains sweep, Louder thunders rock the skies.

3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud,
Pale amazement, restless fear;
And, amid the thunder-cloud,

Shall the Judge of men appear. 4 But though from his awful face Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly, Fear not ye, his chosen race,

Your redemption draweth nigh.

1105

The second advent.

L. M.

E comes! He comes! the Judge severe ! The seventh trumpet speaks him near; His lightnings flash, his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul! 2 From heaven angelic voices sound: See the almighty Jesus crown'd: Girt with omnipotence and grace, And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his great white throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own; The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. 4 Shout, all the people of the sky, And all the saints of the most High; Our Lord, who now his right obtains, Forever and forever reigns.

1106

Secrets of the heart made known.

C. M.

ND must I be to judgment brought,
And answer in that day

For every vain and idle thought,

And every word I say?

2 Yes, every secret of my heart
Shall shortly be made known,
And I receive my just desert
For all that I have done.

3 How careful then ought I to live;
With what religious fear;

Who such a strict account must give
For my behaviour here.

4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow;

So shall I to my ways take heed,—
To all I speak or do.

5 If now thou standest at the door,
O let me feel thee near;

And make my peace with God, before
I at thy bar appear.

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Prepare us for that day.

EHOLD! with awful pomp

BEHO

The Judge prepares to come;

S. M.

The' archangel sounds the dreadful trump, And wakes the genʼral doom.

2 Nature, in wild amaze,

Her dissolution mourns;

Blushes of blood the moon deface;

The sun to darkness turns.

3 The living look with dread;
The frighted dead arise,
Start from the monumental bed,
And lift their ghastly eyes.

4 Horrors all hearts appal;

They quake, they shriek, they cry;
Bid rocks and mountains on them fall;
But rocks and mountains fly.

5 Great God, in whom we live,
Prepare us for that day:
Help us in Jesus to believe,-
To watch, and wait, and pray.