The trumpet sounds! the graves restore The dead, which they contain'd before: Prepare my soul to meet him! ITA HYMN XL. P. M. TITAL spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper: angels say, What is this absorbs me quite? The world recedes; it disappears! S O death! where is thy sting? HYMN XLI. C. M. ALVATION, O the joyful sound!! A sov'reign balın to ev'ry wound, Chorus. Glory, honour, praise, and pow'r, Buried in sorrow and in sin, Chorus.-Glory, honour, &c. Salvation! let the echo fly NOR Chorus.-Glory, honour, &c. HYMN XLII. C. M. TOR eye has seen, nor ear has heard, What joys the Father has prepar'd But the good Spirit of the Lord Pure are the joys above the sky, Those holy gates for ever bar None shall obtain admittance there, HYMN XLIII. L. M. 10, worship at Immanuel's feet, Go T See, in His face what wonders meet! Earth is too narrow, to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord; Is he compar'd to wine or bread? He is our Rock: how firm he proves! Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow, He is our Sun: his beams are Grace, To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. O may we climb those higher skies, Not earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, HYMN XLIV. C. M. Y God the spring of all my joys, MY The glory of my brightest days, In darkest shades, if thou appear, Thou art my soul's bright morning star, The op'ning heav'ns around me shine, My soul would leave this heavy clay, Fearless of hell and ghastly death, HYMN XLV. C. M. THEN we can read our title clear, W We bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And dry our weeping eyes. Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall; May, we but safely reach our home, m HYMN *XLV. L. M. SAT AWAKE my Soul, and with the Sun, Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice. Glory to Thee, who safe has kept, And hast refresh'd me while I slept; 9:0 Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, H |