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; All the powers of nature, shaken By his looks, prepare to flee: Careless sinner, What will then become of thee? 4 But to those who have confessed, Loved and served the Lord below! He will say, "Come near, ye blessed, See the kingdom I bestow: You forever Shall my love and glory know." 160 HYMN. C. M. 1 THAT awful day will surely come, 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; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasur❜d by the flight of years— 162 HYMN. C. M. The Peace and Repose of Heaven. 1 THERE is an hour of hallow'd peace For those with cares opprest, Where sighs and sorr'wing tears shall cease, And all be hush'd to rest: 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears And doubts which here annoy; 2 There is a home of sweet repose, There purity with love appears, There they that oft had sown in tears, 163 HYMN. L. M. 1 O FOR a sweet, inspiring ray, From the bright realms of endless day, The blissful realms, where Jesus reigns. 2 There, low before his glorious throne, Adoring saints and angels fall; And with delightful worship own, His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all. 3 Immortal glories crown his head, While tuneful hallelujahs rise, And love, and joy, and triumph spread 5 There all the foll'wers of the Lamb HYMN. 8's and 6's. 164 The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven. 1 HEAV'N is the land where troubles cease, 2 Heav'n is the place where Jesus lives, While, to his pray'rs, his Father gives Whose harps and tongues, through endless days, 3 Heav'n is the dwelling place of joy, Where faith and hope in rapture die, Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, 1 WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll 1 THERE is a land of pure delight, 2 There everlasting spring abides, 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea; And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, 5 O! could we make our doubts remove, And see the Canaan that we love 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 167 HYMN. 8's and 6's. The Peace and Rest of Heaven. 1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, 2 There is a home for weary souls, When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, : There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, 4 There, fragrant flow'rs immortal, bloom, Appears the dawn of heav'n! THE END. |