Infinite day excludes the night, 2 Lo! rising from the swelling flood, So Canaan's promis'd land was view'd, While Jordan roll'd between. 3 But timorous mortals start and shrink, 4 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, 5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's waves, nor death's cold flood, 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time to ensure the great reward: And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 2 Life is the hour, that God has given To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day. 3 There are no acts of pardon pass'd In the cold grave, to which we haste; But torment, horror, and despair Shall meet remorseless sinners there. 4 Then, what our thoughts design to do, May we, with all our might, pursue; Since no device, nor work is found, Wisdom, nor grace beneath the ground. HYMN LIII. C. M. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven pro claims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savour of their names, 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest, From sufferings and from sins releas'd, And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, The labours of their mortal life 1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations, 2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 3 Hear, O God, the vows we render; P Thanksgiving for Victory. HYMN LV. C. M. 1 ZION rejoice, and Judah sing, The Lord assumes his throne: 2 The Great, the Wicked, and the Proud, From their high seats are hurl'd; Jehovah rides upon a cloud, And thunders through the world. 3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills, Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles, 4 Let tyrants make no more pretence Sacrament. HYMN LVI. C. M. 1 FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace, The Lord will his own table bless, 2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread, We drink the sacred cup; With outward forms our sense is fed, 3 We shall appear before the throne Dress'd in the garments of his Son, 4 We shall be strong to run the race, HYMN LVII. C. M. 1 COME let us lift our joyful eyes And smile to see our Father there 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood |