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4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe
Or feel at death dismay?
And realms of endless day.
Around my Saviour stand;
Will join the glorious band.
My soul still pants for thee;
When I thy joys shall see.
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!
And merey may be sought,
And trembles at the thought, 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
O how shall I appear! 4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign;
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul,
And all my fears control!
In that decisive hour When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more.
The last Harvest.
| The angel comes; he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord !
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide
The fire of vengeance, bound?
Choked the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserved in store
God's treasure-house to fill ?
Amid surrounding ill.
4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
O gather us to thee!
677. SIR W. Scott.
The Last Day.
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
How shall he meet that dreadful day?
The flaming heavens together roll,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead, 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Children in Heaven.
1 In the broad fields of heaven,
In the immortal bowers,
Amid undying flowers, —
Fair children of the earth,
Sing of their human birth.
Divinest voices rise
Who called them to the skies :
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
Their bright and holy rest.
The Better Land.
| THERE is a land mine eye hath seen
In visions of enraptured thought,
2 A land upon whose blissful shore
There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet again. 3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
To dissipate the gloom of night.
Across that calm, serene abode ;
MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.
1 The ocean looketh up to heaven,
As 't were a living thing;
In ceaseless worshipping.
2 They kneel upon the sloping sand,
As bends the human knee;
The priesthood of the sea.
3 The mists are lifted from the rills,
Like the white wing of prayer ;
As doing homage there.
4 The forest-tops are lowly cast
O’er breezy hill and glen,
On nature as on men.