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| 1. SEE the leaves around us falling,

Dry and wither’d, to the ground, Thus to thoughtless mortals calling

With a sad and solemn sound:Sons of Adam-once in Eden,

Where, like us, he blighted fellHear the lesson we are reading ;

Mark the awful truth we tell!

1. JESU, Refuge of my soul,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows rou,

While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;

O receive my soul at last! 2. Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me.,
All my trust on Thee is stay'a,

All my help from Thee I bring: - Cover my defenceless head

With the shadow of Thy wing. 3. Plenteous grace with Thee is found,

Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound,

Make and keep me pure within,
Thou of life the fountain art:

Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.

C. WESLEY.

2. · Ye, 'on length of days presuming,

Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us,-lete in beauty blooming, -

Number'd now among the dead.'
On the tree of life eternal

Oh let all our hopes be laid:
This alone, for ever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

Bp. HORNE.

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3. The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high;
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

They ever cry:
Hail, Abraham's God and ours !

We join the heav'nly lays;
Thine are the heavens, with all their powers,
And endless praise.

OLIVER.

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1. GREAT God ! what do I see and hear?

The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear,
. On clouds of glory seated !
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead, which they contain'd before ;

Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.

2. The dead in Christ are first to rise,

And greet th' archangel's warning,
To meet the Saviour in the skies

On that auspicious morning.
No gloomy fears their soul dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him.

8. O Jesu ! friend to fallen man,

To me impart Thy merit;
Forgive my sin, wash out its stain,

By Thine Almighty Spirit !
The trumpet sounds,—the Judge is near,
But then my soul, devoid of fear,

Shall spring with joy to meet Him.

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