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And with an undefiled tongue
May sing the Spirit, ever young,

Through Heaven's long days.
Sing Thee, whose voice was heard aloud,
Sing Thee, who wast beneath the cloud,

In endless praise.

3.

See that ye refuse not Him that speaketh. For if they escaped not who refused Him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from Him who speaketh from Heaven.-HEB. xii.

Jesu, the heart's own sweetness, and true light,

Thou art the secret Fountain that o'erflows The weary soul, surpassing all delight,

In whom each anxious longing finds repose.

Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy kindly ray

Enlighten our dark spirits, at whose birth Dark shades shall flee the opening eye of day,

And sweetness shall revive the drooping earth.

When Thou the heart dost visit, all things seem Made new,

Truth shines in her unclouded form, Emerging from the world as from a dream;

And Love, her face beholding, waxeth warm.

Good Jesus, while time's scroll I still unfold,

Do Thou to me Thy love make manifest, That I, 'mid clouds that wrap me, may behold

Thine cverlasting glory, and find rest.

He whom Thy love makes glad as with new wine,

He knows that knowledge which is from above; Full blest is he; that fulness is Divine,

And there is nothing else that he can love.

Thou art the Fount of pity; as it flows

All drink of Thine abundance infinite: Thou art the only Sun Thy country knows;

Scatter the clouds, and show us Thy true light.

Wymn on the Judgment.

Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord; Lord, hear my voice: O let Thine ears consider well the voice of my complaint. If Thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss, O Lord, who may abide it ?--Psalm cxxx.

Day of wrath !—that awful day
Shall the banner'd Cross display,
Earth in ashes melt away!

The trembling, the agony,
When His coming shall be nigh,
Who shall all things judge and try!

When the trumpet's thrilling tone,
Through the tombs of ages gone,
Summons all before the throne.

Death and Time shall stand aghast
And Creation, at the blast,
Rise, to answer for the past.

Then the volume shall be spread,
And the writirg shall be read,
Which shall judge the quick and dead!

Then the Judge shall sit! oh! then,
All that's hid shall be made plain,
Unrequited nought remain.

What shall wretched I then plead ?
Who for me shall intercede,
When the righteous scarce is freed ?

King of dreadful Majesty,
Saving souls in mercy free,
Fount of Pity, save Thou me!

Bear me, Lord, in heart I pray,
Object of Thy saving way,
Lest thou lose me on that day.

Weary seeking me wast Thou,
And for me in death didst bow,
Be Thy toils availing now!

Judge of Justice, Thee, I pray,
Grant me pardon while I may,
Ere that awful reckoning-day.

O'er my crimes 1 guilty groan,
Blush to think what I have done,
Spare Thy suppliant, Holy One.

Thou didst set the adultress free,
Heard'st the thief upon the tree,
Hope vouchsafing e'en to me.

Nought of Thee my prayers can claim,
Save in Thy free mercy's name,
Save me from the deathless flame!

With Thy sheep my place assign,
Separate from th' accursed line,
Set me on Thy right hand with Thine.

When the lost, to silence driven,
To devouring flames are given,
Call me with the blest to Heaven !

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