Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound DEPART!
3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so distress my ear,
T'would tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
4 Oh, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove-
And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love!
5 Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast,
Without a gracious smile from Thee,
My spirit cannot rest.
6 Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;
Show me some promise in Thy book,
Where my salvation stands.
7 Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again:
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.
1 Hark! sinner, hark! God speaks to thee:
How shall I let thee go?
How shall I thy destruction see,
And all thine anguish know?
2 Sinner, how shall I give thee up?
I've loved thee as a child;
Yet of thy sins, thou fill'st the cup,
As if with passion wild.
3 Sinner, how shall I let thee go?
My heart doth yearn for thee,
Yet thou dost love transgression so,
Thou wilt not turn to me.
4 O sinner, stop! pause in thy path,-
Pause, ere it be too late;
And now, while I hold back my wrath,
Escape thy threat'ning fate.
5 But if thou wilt not, then I must
Forever let thee go;
And that I am both kind and just,
The universe shall know!
2 The glory! the glory! around Him are poured
Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear.
3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard ;
Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred!
From sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north,
All the vast generations of man are come forth.
4 The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are met;
There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word.
5 In mercy, in mercy, look down from above,
Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, with love!
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven !
May our justified souls find a welcome in heaven.
"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either 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
There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; O what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death."
5 Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.
The Harvest past.
1 I saw, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepared to scan, with strict account,
My blessings wasted here.
2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burned to the lowest hell;
And in that hopeless world of wo,
He bade my spirit dwell.
3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis called to-day;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.
4 Soon will the harvest close-
The summer soon be o'er;
And soon your injured, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.
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