4 No matter which my thoughts employ ; A moment's misery or joy:

But oh! when both shall end,

Where shall I find my destin'd place! Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!

How make my own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies.

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my guide, be thou my way
To glorious happiness!

1

Ah! write the pardon on my heart!
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace!

Hymn 250. S. M.

THOU

HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,

With holy joy or guilty dread

We all shall soon appear;
Our caution'd souls prepare
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray :

2 To pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,

When rob'd in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,

3

1

Th' immortal Son of man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.

To damp our earthly joys,
T' increase our gracious fears,
For ever let th' archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears,
The solemu midnight cry,
"Ye dead, the Judge is come;
"Arise and meet him in the sky,
"And meet your instant doom!"
O may we thus be found
Obedient to thy word,
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus ensure

A lot among the blest:

And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest!

Hymn 251. L. M.

HE

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 azure 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,
For ever and for ever reigns.

Hymn 252. P. M.

O! he comes with clouds descending,

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

God appears with man to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him, Rob'd in dreadful majesty!

Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 The dear tokens of his passion,
Still his dazzling body' bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers!
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own:
Jah! Jehovah!

Everlasting God, come down!

1

ERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,

Twho may be say'd, shall I,

Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin for ever die?

2 While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,
A blessing to receive.

3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragg'd to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?

4 While they enjoy their Saviour's love,
Must I in torments dwell?

And howl, (while they sing hymns above,)
And blow the flames of hell?

5 Ah! no; I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace.

6 I will accept his offers now,
From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.

7 I will improve what I receive,

The grace through Jesus given; Sure, if with God on earth I live, To live with God in heaven.

Hymn 254. P. M.

1 THOU God of glorious majesty,

To thee against myself, to thee,

A worm of earth, I cry:
A half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die!

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand
Secure, insensible:

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress:

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness!

4 Before me place in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great bus'ness here, With serious industry and fear; Eternal bliss t' ensure;

Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.