489. c. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The happiness and glory of the future state.

1.

How rich thy favours, God of grace,
How various and divine:

Full as the ocean they are pour'd,
And bright as heaven they shine.

2.

Behold Jehovah's royal hand
A radiant crown display,
Whose gems with vivid lustre shine
While stars and suns decay.

3.

My soul, with all thy waken'd powers
Survey this heavenly prize;
Nor let the glittering toys of earth
Allure thy wandering eyes.

4.

The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend

Which leads through sufferings of an hour
To joys that never end.

490. C. M.

JOHN TAYLOR.

[For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive. 1 Cor. xv. 22.]

1.

NOR wisdom, innocence, nor truth
Can stay the fleeting breath;

Nor infant smiles, nor bloom of youth
Escape the dart of death.

2.

What countless myriads, yet unborn,
By his stern hand shall fall;

Till the last trump shall wake the morn,
And "God be all in all.”

3.

Then death shall yield his tyrant sway ; This heaven-touch'd dust shall rise; While the high triumphs of that day Shall rend the vaulted skies.

4.

E'en now, to faith's pervading eye
His banner is display'd,

And man's great Saviour, throned on high,
With glory sits array'd.

5.

O day of gladness! when the just
Shall taste his wondrous love;
And springing from the lowly dust
Ascend the realms above!

6.

May we with that triumphant doom
Heaven's radiant crowns secure,
"Come, blessed of my Father, come
"To joys eternal, pure."

491. C. M.

MRS. STEELE.

Victory over death through Christ.

1.

WHEN death appears before my sight

In all his dire array, Unequal to the dreadful fight, My courage dies away.

2.

How shall I meet this potent foe,
Whose frown my soul alarms?
Dark horror sits upon his brow,
And victory waits his arms.

3.

But see, my glorious leader nigh!
Jesus my Saviour lives!
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.

4.

O God, be thou my sure defence,
My guard be ever near;
And faith shall triumph over sense,
And never yield to fear.

492. C. M. MRS. STEELE.
Hope of immortality.

1.

THOSE happy realms of joy and peace Fain would my heart explore; Where grief and pain for ever cease, And sin shall be no more.

2.

No darkness there shall cloud the eyes,
No languor seize the frame;
But ever-active vigour rise
To feed the vital flame.

3.

But ah! a dreary vale between
Extends its awful gloom;

Fear spreads, to hide the distant scene,
The horrors of the tomb.

4.

O for the eye of faith divine,

To pierce beyond the grave!

To see that friend, and call him mine,
Whose arm is strong to save.

5.

Here fix, my soul, for life is here;
Light breaks amid the gloom;
Trust in Jehovah's love, nor fear
The horrors of the tomb.

493. C. M. BOSTON (N. E.) COLLECTION.
The promised land.

1.

THERE is a better world on high:
Hope on, thou pious breast:
Faint not, thou traveller; in the sky
Thy weary feet shall rest.

2.

Anguish may rend each vital part;
Thy frame, alas, how frail!

Yet heav'n's own strength shall shield thy heart
When mortal strength shall fail.

3.

Through death's dread vale of deepest shade Thy feet must surely go:

Yet there, even there, walk undismay'd, 'Tis thy last scene of woe.

4.

Jesus with kind and tender hand

Shall guard the traveller through ; "Hail," shalt thou cry, "hail promised land! And wilderness, adieu!"

5.

Jesus, O make our souls thy care!
O take us all to thee!

Where'er thou art, we ask not where:
But there 'tis heaven to be.

494. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

[He must reign till he hath put all enemies under his feet. 1 Cor. xv. 25.]

1.

My soul, triumphant in the Lord,
Shall tell its joys abroad,
And march with holy vigour on,
Supported by its God.

2.

He to eternal glory calls,

And points the wondrous way
To his own presence, where he reigns
In uncreated day.

3.

There sin and death shall prostrate lie
Beneath a mightier power;
Jesus the conqueror shall reign
Till these are known no more.
4.

Garlands of never-fading joy
Shall bloom on every head,
While sorrow, sighing and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

5.

Then, with their Saviour, all his saints

Shall join in sweet accord;

One body all in mutual love,

And God their common Lord.