5 Then when the solemn bell we hear, If sav'd from guilt, we need not fear; Nor would the thought distressing be, Perhaps it next may toll for me.
1 HARK! 'tis the bell with solemn toll,
That speaks the spirit's flight
From earth, to realms of endless day,
Or everlasting night.
2 "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,"
Sin's awful curse demands;
Oh well! if pure before the throne,
The soul accepted stands.
3 Oh well! for if uncleans'd from guilt,
Through Christ's atoning Blood,
With what dismay she now beholds
The presence of her God!
4 From sin the sting of death and hell,
From enmity to thee!
Extend thine own almighty arm,
Lord Jesus set us free.
5 So when the bell with solemn toll,
Shall speak our spirit's flight,
Angels their glad approach shall hail,
To realms of bliss and light.
1 AND are we born to die
To lay this body down?
And must our trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought,
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot.
2 Soon as from earth we go,
What regions shall we see?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then our portion be.
We must from God be driv'n,
Or with our Saviour dwell,
Must come at his command to heav'n,
Or else-depart to hell.
3 0 thou who wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who died'st thyself our souls to save
From endless misery:
Show us the way to shun
The dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne
We may with joy appear.
1 O LET us, heav'nly Lord, extend
Our view to life's approaching end :
What are our days: a span their line;
And what our age, compar'd with thine?
2 Our life advancing to a close
While yet its earliest dawn it knows;
Swift through an empty shade we run,
And vanity and man are one.
3 O how thy chastisements impair
The human form, however fair!
How frail the strongest frame we see,
If thou its mortal doom decree.
4 God of our fathers! here as they
We walk, the pilgrims of a day:
As transient guests, thy works admire,
And instant to our home retire.
5 Spare us a little while. O spare!
And nature's failing strength repair ;
Ere life's short circuit wander'd o'er,
We perish, and are seen no more.
1 THOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear:
For that tremendous day,
And fill us now with watchful care
And stir us up to pray :
pray and wait the hour,
That awful hour unknown,
When robed in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down;
The immortal Son of Man,
To judge the human race,
With all thy Father's dazzling train,
With all thy glorious grace.
3 To chasten earthly joys,
To quicken holy fears,
For ever let the Archangel's voice
Be sounding in our ears;
The solemn midnight cry—
Ye dead, the judge is come
Arise, and meet him in the sky,
And hear your instant doom:
4 O may we thus be found
Obedient to his word,
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord!
O may we thus insure
A lot among the blest,
And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest!
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land by every tongue,
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand-
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile—
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn :
The Heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
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