The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.

6 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain!
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden now regain?

Hymn 245. C. M.

10H for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;

A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest:

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast,

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

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DEATH AND JUDGMENT.

Hymn 246. C. M.

HEE we adore, Eternal Name,

Tand humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we.

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase:
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do by night or day,
We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God, on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or endless wo

Depends on every breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

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Hymn 247. C. M.

WH

THEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I view my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear?

2 If yet while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My soul with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought!

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear?

4 O may my broken contrite heart
Timely my sins lament,

And early with repentant tears.
Eternal wo prevent.

5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,
Ere yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groan,
To give those sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to secure,

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Who knows thine only Son hath died
To make that pardon sure.

Hymn 248. S. M.

AND am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?

A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.

Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or wo
Must then my portion be?
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave must rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

3 How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful don,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?

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5

Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?

I must from God be driven,
Or with my Saviour dwell;

Must come at his command to heaven,
Or else depart to hell.

O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,

Who diedst thyself, my soul to save,
From endless misery;

6

Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,

That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.

Thou art thyself the way,

Thyself in me reveal;

So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will;

So shall I love my God,

Because he first lov'd me,

And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity.

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Hymn 249. P. M.

ND am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature's stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity.

2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay:
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against that fatal day!

3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;

If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
Th' inexorable throne!