4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
Hope in the Divine Mercy.
1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought,-
3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee; Thy nature is benign;
Thy pardoning mercy I implore,
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
O let thy boundless mercy shine On my benighted soul, Correct my passions, mend my heart, And all my fears control!
And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour
When Christ to judgment shall descend, And time shall be no more.
THE angel comes; he comes to reap The harvest of the Lord!
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep, Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide The fire of vengeance, bound? The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store God's treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of mercy! grant us power Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel's hour, O gather us to thee!
1 THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead,
3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
1 IN the broad fields of heaven,- In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers,- There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth.
2 They sing of earth and heaven, - Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies: They all are there, in heaven,— Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.
1 THERE is a land mine eye hath seen In visions of enraptured thought, So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught;-
2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again.
3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise, To dissipate the gloom of night.
4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God.
MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.
1 THE Ocean looketh up to heaven, As 't were a living thing; The homage of its waves is given, In ceaseless worshipping.
2 They kneel upon the sloping sand, As bends the human knee ; A beautiful and tireless band, The priesthood of the sea.
3 The mists are lifted from the rills, Like the white wing of prayer; They kneel above the ancient hills, As doing homage there.
4 The forest-tops are lowly cast O'er breezy hill and glen, As if a prayerful spirit passed On nature as on men.
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