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4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe

Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,

And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,

Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below

Will join the glorious band.
6 Jerusalem! my glorious home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,

When I thy joys shall see.

C. M.
675.

ADDISON.
Hope in the Divine Mercy.
1 Wuen, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found

And merey may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought, 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear! 4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;

Thy nature is benign;
Thy pardoning mercy I implore,

For mercy, Lord, is thine.

O let thy boundless mercy shine

On my benighted soul,
Correct my passions, mend my heart,

And all my fears control!
6 And may I taste thy richer grace

In that decisive hour When Christ to judgment shall descend,

And time shall be no more.

C. M.

676.

Heber's Col.

The last Harvest.

| The angel comes; he comes to reap

The harvest of the Lord !
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,

Wide waves his flaming sword.

2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide

The fire of vengeance, bound?
The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride

Choked the fair crop around.

3 And who are they, reserved in store

God's treasure-house to fill ?
The wheat, a hundred-fold that bore

Amid surrounding ill.

4 O King of mercy! grant us power

Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel's hour,

O gather us to thee!

L. M.

677. SIR W. Scott.

The Last Day.
1 That day of wrath, that dreadful day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?

How shall he meet that dreadful day?
2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,

The flaming heavens together roll,
When louder yet, and yet more dread,

Swells the high trump that wakes the dead, 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,

When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be Thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away.
7 & 6s. M. 678.

ANONYMOUS

Children in Heaven.

1 In the broad fields of heaven,

In the immortal bowers,
By life's clear river dwelling,

Amid undying flowers, —
There hosts of beauteous spirits,

Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,

Sing of their human birth.
They sing of earth and heaven,

Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Father,

Who called them to the skies :
They all are there, - in heaven, -

Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can shadow

Their bright and holy rest.

L. M.

679.

ANONYMOUS.

The Better Land.

| THERE is a land mine eye hath seen

In visions of enraptured thought,
So bright that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant glory fraught ;-

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;
It hath no need of suns to rise,

To dissipate the gloom of night.
4 There sweeps no desolating wind

Across that calm, serene abode ;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.

MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL.

C. M.

680.

WHITTIER

Nature's Worship.

1 The ocean looketh up to heaven,

As 't were a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given,

In ceaseless worshipping.

2 They kneel upon the sloping sand,

As bends the human knee;
A beautiful and tireless band,

The priesthood of the sea.

3 The mists are lifted from the rills,

Like the white wing of prayer ;
They kneel above the ancient hills,

As doing homage there.

4 The forest-tops are lowly cast

O’er breezy hill and glen,
As if a prayerful spirit passed

On nature as on men.

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