My God shall raise my flesh anew
At the revival of the just.
3. Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,
Bring that delightful, awful day!
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!
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Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ.
1 Pet. 1. 3, 4, 5.
LESS'D be the everlasting God,
The father of our Lord:
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd.
2. When from the dead he rais'd his son,
And call'd him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.
3. What tho' our many sins require
Our flesh to see the dust,
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must._
4. There's an inheritance divine
Refer'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.
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ND must this body die,
This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?
2. Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
'Till thy triumphant Spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
3. God, my Redeemer lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust,
'Till he shall bid it rise.
4. Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Be heav'nly and divine.
5. These lively hopes we owe,
Lord, to thy dying love,
O may we bless thy grace below,
And sing thy grace above.
3. Saviour, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
"Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues.
10. JUDGMENT.
Hymn 430. с. м.
to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore :
Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his pow'r.
2. His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
'Till vengeance darts them down.
3. His nostrils breathe out fiery streams,
And from his awful tongue
A sov'reign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.
4. Think, O my soul, the dreadful day,
When this incensed God
Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And send his wrath abroad !
5. What shall the wretch, the sinner do?
He once defy'd the Lord :
But he shall dread the thund'rer now,
And sink beneath his word.
6. Tempests of angry fire stall roll,
To blast the rebel-worm,
And beat upon his naked soul
In one eternal storm.
Hymn 431. L.M.
The books opened, Rev.xx. 12.
HE mighty deep gives up her trust,
Aw'd by the Judge's high command;
Both small and great now quit their dust,
And round the dread tribunal stand.
2. Behold the awful books display'd,
Big with th' important fates of men;
Each deed and word now public made,
As wrote by heaven's unerring pen.
3. To ev'ry soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward:
Sinners in vain lament and pine,
No plea the Judge will here regard.
4. Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve :
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love.
Hymn 432. L. M.
E comes! he comes! the Judge severe;
The seventh trumpet speaks him near;
His lightnings flash, his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul!
2. From heav'n angelic voices sound,
See the Almighty Jesus crown'd !
Girt with omnipotence and grace,
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3. Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own;
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord!
4. Shout all the people of the sky,
And all the saints of the Most High;
Our Lord who now his right obtains,
For ever and for ever reigns.
Hymn 433. Р. М.
O! he comes with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain !
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train;
God appears with man to reign.
2. Ev'ry eye shall now behold him,
Rob'd in dreadful majesty!
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3. The dear tokens of his passion,
Still his dazzling body bears;
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers;
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4. Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour take thy pow'r and glory,
Claina the kingdom for thine own:
Jah! Jehovah!
Everlasting God, come down!
11. HEAVEN.
Hymn 434. с. м.
Assurance of Heaven, 2 Tim. iv. 6, 7, 8, 18.
OD has laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge, at the great day
Shall place it on my head.
2. Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.
3. Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.
4. God is my everlasting aid,.
And hell shall rage in vain;
To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. Amen.
Hymn 435. с. м.
Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. ii. 9, 10.
Rev. xxi. 27.
OR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
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