2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

No earthly care shall seize my breast:
Still may my heart in tune be found,

Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3. My heart shall triumph in the Lord;

And bless His works, and bless His word:
Thy works of grace how bright they shine;
How deep Thy counsels, how divine!

4. When shall we see, and hear, and know
What mortals cannot reach below?
When may our powers find full employ,
In Thine eternal world of joy?

CCLXXXVII.

TIME AND ETERNITY;
LIFE AND DEATH.

(Eccles. ix. 10.) Air, as 62nd Ps. Mel. Sac. 1. LIFE is the time to serve the LORD; The time to insure the great reward: And, while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.

2. Life is the hour that God hath given To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; The day of grace :-and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.

3. The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie:

Their memory and their sense is gone;
Alike unknowing, and unknown.

4. Then, what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might pursue; Since no device nor work is found,

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.

5. There are no acts of pardon past

In the cold grave, to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

CCLXXXVIII.*

ANOTHER.

Words by Fawcett. Air, as 69th Ps. Mel. Sac.
1. WHAT scenes of horror and of dread
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrors all appear

Presages of eternal night.

in sight,

2. His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill the soul with sad surprise:
Mount-Sinai's thunder stuns his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.

3. Tormenting pangs distract his breast; Where'er he turns, he finds no rest: Death strikes the blow! he groans and cries,

And, in despair and horror, dies.

4. Not so the heir of heavenly bliss ;
His soul is filled with conscious peace:
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
5. His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrors in his looks are seen:
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.

6. LORD! make my faith and love sincere;
My judgment sound, my conscience clear:
And, when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last.

CCLXXXIX.

ON THE SAME.

(Air, by Lampi.)

1. AND am I born to die?

To lay this body down!

And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown?

A land of deepest shade

Unpierced by human thought:
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!

2. Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet's sound
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the JUDGE with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

CCXC.

SECOND PART.

tomb?

3. HOW shall I leave my
With triumph or regret?
A fearful, or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing meet?
Who can resolve the doubt

So painful to my breast ;-
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?

4. O THOU that would'st not have
One wretched sinner die;

Who diedst Thyself, the world to save
From endless misery!

Shew me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe;

That, when Thou comest on Thy throne,
I may with joy appear!

CCXCI.

NINETEENTH PSALM.

(By Addison.—Air ; an arrangement of Haydn's celebrated Chorus from the Creation.")

1. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

2. Soon as the evening-shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,