3. My streams of outward comfort came From Him who built this wondrous frame: Whate'er I want His bounty gives

By whom

my soul for ever lives.

4. Either His hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From Satan's malice shields the breast,
Or over-rules it for the best.

5. Forgive these songs which fall so low
Beneath the gratitude we owe:

They mean Thy praise, however poor:~
An Angel's songs can do no more!

CCXLII.

THE LAST JUDGMENT.

Words by Roscommon. Air, Luther's Hymn. 1. THE last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Shall through the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground: Nature and death shall, with surprise, Behold the pale offender rise,

And view the Judge with conscious eyes! 2. Then shall, with universal dread,

The sacred, mystic book be read,

To try the living and the dead :
The JUDGE ascends his awful throne:
He makes each secret sin be known,
And all with shame confess their own.
3. Thou mighty, formidable King,
Thou mercy's unexhausted spring,
Some comfortable pity bring!

Forget not what my ransom cost,
Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost,
In storms of guilty terror tost !

CCXLIII.

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SECOND PART.

4. THOU, who for me didst feel such pain; Whose precious blood the cross did stain, Let not those agonies be vain!

Thou whom avenging powers obey, Absolve my debt (too great to pay) Before the last accounting day. 5. Surrounded with amazing fears, Whose weight my soul with anguish bears, 1 sigh, I weep,-accept my tears: Prostrate, my contrite heart I rend ;My God! my Father! and my Friend! Do not forsake me in my end

CCXLIV.

THE ETERNAL MONARCH.

(Words by H. K. White.)

1. THE Lord our God is full of might, The winds obey his will:

He speaks, and in his heavenly height
The rolling sun stands still.

2. Rebel ye waves, and o'er the land
With threatening aspect roar,
The Lord uplifts His awful hand
And chains you to the shore.

3. Howl, winds of night, your force combine:

Without His high behest,

Ye shall not in the mountain pine
Disturb the sparrow's nest.

4. His voice sublime is heard afar,
In the distant peal it dies,

He yokes the whirlwinds to His car,
And sweeps the howling skies.

5. Ye nations bend, in reverence bend,
Ye monarchs, wait His nod,
And bid the choral song ascend,
To celebrate THE GOD!

CCXLV.

SECOND PART.

1. THE LORD our God is Lord of all,
His station who can find?

I hear Him in the waterfall!
I hear Him in the wind!

2. If in the gloom of night I shroud,
His face I cannot fly;

I see Him in the evening cloud,
And in the morning sky.

3. He lives, he reigns in every land;
From winter's polar snows,

To where, across the burning sand,
The blasting meteor glows.

He smiles, we live:-He frowns, we die:-
We hang upon His word:

He rears his red right arm on high,
And ruin bathes His sword.

CCXLVI.

VISITATIONS FORGOTTEN.

Words by Cowper. Music, Ascension.
1. HE who sits from day to day
Where the prison'd lark is hung,
Heedless of his loudest lay,

Hardly knows that he has sung.
Visitations daily come,

Publishing to all aloud,

'Soon the grave must be your home,
'Yours the garb of death—a shroud.

2. But the monitory strain,

Oft repeated in our ears,
Sounds alas! toò much in vain ;
Wins no notice, wakes no fears:
Pleasure's call attention wins,

Hear it often as we may;
New as ever seem our sins,

Though committed every day.

3. Death and judgment, Heaven and Hell,These alone, so often heard,

No more move us than the bell

When some stranger is interr'à.