O let thy favour crown our days, 2 With thee let every week begin; 3 Thus cheer us through this desert road, Till all our labours cease; Till heav'n refresh our weary souls 1 ETERNITY is just at hand, 5 Search, Lord-O search my inmost heart, 155 THE JUDGMENT. HYMN. C. M. Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection. 1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 3 The mighty Conqu❜ror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face 156 HYMN. S. M. 1 AND must this body die? And must these active limbs of mine 2 God, my Redeemer, lives, And frequent from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, 3 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, 4 These lively hopes we owe 5 Accept, O Lord, the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 157 HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's. 1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain! Thousand, thousand saints, attending, Jesus comes-and comes to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty! Those who set at nought and sold him, Shall the true Messiah see! 3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heav'n and earth shall flee away; All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day"Come to judgment! Come to judgment!-come away." 4 Yea, amen!-let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory: Make thy righteous sentence known! O come quickly Claim the kingdom for thine own! 1 HARK!—that shout of rapt'rous joy, 2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice! Their redemption is at hand. 3 See! the Lord appears in view; 159 HYMN. 8's, 7's, and 4's. 1 DAY of judgment-day of wonders! Will the sinner's heart confound! 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, Own me in that day for thine! 3 At his call the dead awaken, Rise to life from earth and sea; What will then become of thee? He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, You forever Shall my love and glory know." HYMN. C. M. 160 Banishment from God intolerable. 1 THAT awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys- And fix my doleful station where Oh! tell me that my worthless name Show me some promise in thy book, 1 OH, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul! 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or search from pole to pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 3 Beyond this vale of tears HYMN. C. M. 162 The Peace and Repose of Heaven. 1 THERE is an hour of hallow'd peace Where sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease, 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears 2 There is a home of sweet repose, There purity with love appears, And bliss without alloy; There they that oft had sown in tears, |