HYMN 49. C. M. Hymn 2d. [*]

Moses dying in the Embraces of God.
EATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;

DEA

We may walk through the darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid;

And run, if I were called to go,

And die as Moses did.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land;
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath;
And lose my life among
Of so divine a death.]

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HYMN 50. L. M.

NOW

the charms

Sicilian. [b] Comforts under Sorrows and Pains. TOW let the Lord my Saviour smile, And show my name upon his heart; I would forget my pains awhile, And in the pleasure lose the smart. 2 But oh! it swells my sorrows high, To see my blessed Jesus frown; My spirits sink, my comforts die, And all the springs of life are down. 3 Yet, why, my soul, why these complaints? Still, while he frowns, his bowels move: Still on his heart he bears his saints, And feels their sorrows, and his love. 4 My name is printed on his breast; His book of life contains my name; I'd rather have it there impressed, Than in the bright records of fame. 5 When the last fire burns all things here, Those letters shall securely stand, And in the Lamb's fair book appear, Writ by th' eternal Father's hand. 6 Now shall my minutes smoothly run, Whilst here I wait my Father's will; My rising, and my setting sun, Roll gently up and down the hill.]

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HYMN 51 L. M. Blendon. [*]'

God the Son equal with the Father.'

P1BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy seat;—
To thee we an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful feel.

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2 [Thy power hath formed, thy wisdom sways, All nature with a sovereign word: And the bright world of stars obeys The will of their superior Lord." -3 Mercy and truth unite in one, And smiling sit at thy right hand; g Eternal justice guards thy throne, And vengeance waits thy dread command.] -4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity

But who, amongst the sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?"

o 5 Yet there is one of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,,
Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God,

-6 Their glory shines with equal beams;

Their essence is forever one;

Though they are known by different names,
The Father God, and God the Son.

7 Then let the Name of Christ, our King,
With equal honours be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own him Lord.

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HYMN 52. C. M. Bangor. [b]
Death dreadful or delightful.

DEATH! 'tis à melancholy day,

To those who have no God,

When the poor soul is forced away
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes;
But guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Let stubborn sinners fear;

You must be driven from earth to dwell
A long FOREVER there!

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;

And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.

5 He is a God of sovereign love,
Who promised heaven to me;
And taught my soul to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.

6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand;
Then come the joyful day:
Come, death, and some celestial band,
To bear my soul away.]

· HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b] The Pilgrimage of the Saints. e 1 LORD, what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply;

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy!

2 But pricking thorns through all the ground, And mortal poisons grow;

And all the rivers that are found,

With dangerous waters flow.

o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies through this horrid land:

Lord! we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.

4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through, With undiverted feet;

And faith and flaming zeal subdue

The terrors that we meet.]

e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam;

o But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.)

e 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray;

o But the bright world to which we go, Is everlasting day.

-7 By glimmering hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road;

Through dismal deeps, and dangerous snares,

We make our way to God.

e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upwards still;

o Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill.

9 [See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come;

There Jesus the Forerunner waits
To welcome travellers home.

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-10 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit,—

And, with transporting joys, recount
The labours of our feet.

11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,
Nor trifles vex our ear;
Infinite grace shall fill our song,
And God rejoice to hear

o 12 Eternal glories to the King

Who brought us safely through,

Our tongues shall never cease to sing;
And endless praise renew.]

HYMN 54. C. M. Arundel. St. Martin's. [*]
God's Presence is Light in Darkness.,

1M The life of my delights:
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights-
2 In darkest shades, if he appear,
My dawning is begun;

God, the spring of all my joys,

o He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun,

b 3 The opening heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss;

While Jesus shows his heart is mine,

And whispers I am his.

o 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word;

u Run up with joy the shining way, To embrace my dearest Lord.

o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through every foe

The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Shall bear me conqueror through,

HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor. [b]
Frail Life and Succeeding Eternity.
HEE we adore, Eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!
2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.]

-3 (The year trolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

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We're travelling to the grave.)

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things!

Th' eternal state of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.

e 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go,
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road;

And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor. [b]
The Misery of being without God.
TO, I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great,

Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wondrous height,

2 They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon the earthly clod!

Well, they may search the creature through,

For they have ne'er a God

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,

And think your life your own: