My hand shall perish, and my voice shall cease. 6 Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, . O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay, His arm avenge her desolated walls, And raise his children to eternal day. TEMPTATION. 1 The billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky; Out of the depths to thee I call,My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm, Defend me from each threat'ning ill, 4 Dangers of every shape and name 5 Though tempest-toss'd and half a wreck, COWPER. LOVE NEVER FAILETH. They sin who tell us love can die, In heaven, ambition cannot dwell, Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth, At times deceived, at times distrest, It hath in heaven its perfect rest; SOUTHEY. HEAVENLY HOPE. 1 Reflected on the lake, I love 2 Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, BISHOP HEBER. CHRIST'S SECOND COMING. 1 The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake; The mountains to their centre shake; 2 The Lord shall come! but not the same A silent Lamb before his foes, 3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form, 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray 5 While sinners in despair shall call, BISHOP HEBER. THE CHILDREN'S CHURCH. 1 I've worshipp'd where the mighty kneel My mingling hymn has risen there. 3 Yet higher privilege for me I covet not to be reveal'd, Where children have in beauty kneel'd. 5 That melody! it knows not art, That simple prayer! I feel 'tis true; "Tis theirs to love and worship too. 8 Yea, loftier then a conqueror, came TAPPAN. JUDGMENT. 1 The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire; Self-moving, it drives on its path-way of cloud, And the heavens with the burthen of 2 The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd, The myriads of angels that wait on the Lord; And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there, And all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear. 3 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard; Lo, the depths of the stone-cover'd monuments stirr'd! From ocean and earth, from the south pole and north, Lo, the vast generation of ages come forth |