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Hark! the judgment trumpet calls!
C.M. 615 This mortai must put on immor.
tality.-1 Cor. 15, 53. 1 GTVEdust to dust! and here we leave
The earthly to
And [his) hath soared on high,
The brethren in the sky.
The living and the dead;
And but one glorious Head. 4 Keep us in fellowship of soul
With the dear saint that's gone; Make us in worship, service, love,
Like those before the throne. 5 And now to IIim who conquered death,
United praise be given:
O.M. 616 Thanks be to God which giveth us
the victory.- 1 Cor. 15, 57. 1 THOUGIL tears wil fall, and hearts
are stirred, We know in whom we trust, And confident in His sure word,
We bear the “dust to dust." 2 We sow this seed in earth to die,
In the great Master's name; Type of decay and vanity,
In weakness, and in shame. 8 It shall arise a holy shrine
Of glory, beauty, might,
All purity, all light.
For all that trust His word; Thanks be to God, for victory,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.
He fell asleep.--Acts 7, 60. 1 HE
E"fell asleep" in Christ his Lord :
He gave to Him to keep
Then, calmly went to sleep:.
Sure of the morning light,
And did not dread the night.
So on its mother's breast
When there it goes to rest ;
And as he closed his eyes,
"To-day in Paradise.”
And soon the mouldering frame
And rise in Jesus' name,
A shrine for the blest soul,
618 1 will redeem them from death.
Hosea 13, 14. 1
Y should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous souls we mortals Death is the gate of endless joy, [are!
And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Fond of our prison and our clay. 8 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in
haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 4. Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
THE BLESSEDNESS OF HEAVEN.
C.M. 619 The good land that is beyond Jor
dan.-Deut. 3, 25. 1 VERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
And never-withering flowers;
This heavenly land from ours.
Stand drest in living green:
While Jordan rolled between.
To cross this narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those glooray doubts that rise,
With unbeclouded eyes! 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
S.M. or 184.108.40.206.4.7. 620 They declare plainly that they seek
a better country.-Heb. 11, 14. 1 FROM Egypt lately come, Where
death and darkness reign, We seek our new, our better home, Where we our rest shall gain.
We haste with songs of joy;
And sweets that never cloy.
3 There sin and sorrow cease,
And every conflict's o'er; There we shall dwell in endless peace,
And never hunger more.
Enraptured myriads sing;
For God Himself is King.
Their pleasures we shall share; And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransomed there. 6 How sweet the prospect is!
It cheers the pilgrim's breast: [ness, We're journeying through the wilder
But soon shall gain our rest.
621 Now we see through a glass darkly,
but then face to face.-1 Cor. 13, 12. 1
At God's right hand, where Jesus
reigns, Since the sweet earnest of His love O'erwhelms us on these dreary plains ! No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign. 2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our heart no more, How shall we view the Prince of
light, And ail His works of grace explore! What heights and depths of love divine, Will there through endless ages shine! 3 Well, He has fixed the happy day
When the last tear shall all our eyes,
And feel His infinite embrace !
For this, with patience, I would wait,
8s. 622 In whom believing ye rejoice with
joy unspeakable.-1 Pet. 1, 8. 1 10 Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up,
And waft me away to His throne! 2 My Saviour! whom absent I love;
Whom, not having seen, I adore;
All glory, dominion, and power;
My soul froin her portion with Thee;
And make me eternally free. 4 O then shall the veil be removed, And round me Thy brightness be
poured ; I shall meet Him whom absent I loved,
I shall see whom unseen I adored.
And trials, temptations, and woes,
Intrude on my blissful repose! 6 Or, if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise:
L.M. 623 There shall in no wise enter into it
any thing that defileth.-Rev.21,27. 1 H ;
But all who hope to enter there, Must here that holy course begin,
Which shall their souls for rest prepare. 2 Clean hearts, O God! in us create ;
Right spirits, Lord, in us renew;
Now do Thy will as angels do.
The sum of all that faith believed:
seen, unfathomed, unconceived.