2 Thoso hands that held the book to learn,

Can hold it now no more!
His feet shall never here return,

As they had oft before, 3 Those lips which sung the Saviour's praise,

Here cannot sing again!
For oh! a song they never raise,

Where death and darknese reign.

128.

C. M.
Death has been here, and borns away

A Brother from our side,
Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we he died.
2 Not long ago, he fill’d his place,

And sat with us to learn :
But he has run his mortal race,

And never can return.
3 Perhaps our time may be as short,

Our days may fly as fast ;
O Lord, impress the solemn thoughet,

That this may be our last!
4 All needful strength is thine to give,

To theo our souls apply,
For grace to teach us how to live,

Oh! make us fit to die.

JUDGMENT.

129.

L. M.
How dreadful, Lord, will be the day,

When all the tribes of dead shall rise,
And those who dar'd to disobey,

Be dragg'd before thy piercing eyes! 2 The wicked child, who often heard

His pious teachers speak of thee,
And from ev'ry serious word,

Shall not be able then to flee.
3 No teacher, then, shall bid him pray

To Him, who now the sinrer hears;
For Christ himself shall turn away,

And show no pity to his tears. 4 Great God! I tremble at the thought;

And at try feet for mercy bend,
That when to judgment I am brought,
The judge himself may be my friend.
130.

8's.
This is the field, the world below,
In which the sowers came to sow;
Jesus the wheat, Satan the tares,
For so the word of truth declares :

And soon the reaping time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

2 Most awful truth! and is it so?
Must all the world the harvest know?

Is every man the wheat or tare?
Then for the harvest, О prepare?

For soon, &c.
3 To love my sins, a saint t'appear,

To grow with wheat, and be a tare,
May serve mo while on carth below,
Whoro tares and wheat together grow:

&c.

But soon,

131.

C. M.
Besond Christ rising from the grave,

Behold him rais:d on high :
He pleads his merits there to save

Transgressors doom' to die.
? There, on a glorious throne, he reigns,

And by his power divine,
Redeems us from the slavisi chains

Of Satan and of sin. 3 Thence shall the Lord to judgraent come,

And with a sov'reign voice,
Shall call, and break up every tomb,

While waking saints rejoice.
O may I then with joy appear

Before the judge's faic!
And with the blest assembly there,

Sing his redeeming grace.

132.

S. M.
A Dread and solemn hour

To us is drawing near;
When we, before the throne of God,

All present shall appear.
2 What o.nswer shall we give,

When God himself demands The uses of such times as these,

In judgment at our hands? 3 And must we then confess

That all was spent in vain;
The seasons that were once our own,

But cannot be again?
4 This will be dark indeed ;

To regions of despair
Our own neglect will sink us down,

To mourn forever there.

MISCELLANEOUS.

133.

8, 8, 7. Orphan's Hope. O thou, the helpless orphan's hope, To whom alone my eyes look up

In each distressing day! Father, (Cor that's the swootest name That e'er those lips were taught to frame

Instruct this hcart to pray.

2 Low in the dust my parents lie,
And no attentive ear is nigh

But thino, to mark my wo;
No hand to wipe away iny tears,
No gentle voice to hush my fears,

Remains to me below. 3 To heaven my earthly friends are gone, And thither are my comforts flown,

But I continue here; Be thou my pattern, thou my guide: This friendless heart from sorrow hide,

Reposing on thy care.

Thou God Seest me.
In all my vast concerns with thee,

In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee

The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,
My public walks my private ways,

The secrets of my breast. 3 O wondrous knowledgo, deep and high !

Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,

Beset on ev'ry side.