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6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies.
The glory shall be thine.

S. M.

We shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ

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ROMANS 14. 10.

ND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven before his face
Astonished shrink away?

3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,

Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread.

4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

C. M.

O God, hear the prayer of thy servant.-DAN. 9. 17.

APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd,

By war without, and fear within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, shelter'd near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, Thou hast died.

5 O, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,

That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious Name!

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Seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them.

HEB. 7. 25.

ARISE, my soul, arise;

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding sacrifice

In my behalf appears;

Before the throne my surety stands:
My name is written on his hands.

2 He ever lives above,
For me to intercede,
His all-redeeming love,

His precious blood to plead;

His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

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3 My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for his child-
I can no longer fear;

His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

L. M. Awake, awake; put on strength. O arm of the Lord.

ISAIAH 51. 9.

ARM of the Lord, awake, awake,

Put on thy strength, the nations shake.
And let the world, adoring, see
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee.

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne,
"I am Jehovah-God alone:"

Thy voice their idols shall confound,
And cast their altars to the ground.
3 No more let human blood be spilt,
Vain sacrifice for human guilt;
But to each conscience be applied
The blood that flowed from Jesus' side.
4 Almighty God, thy grace proclaim,
In every land declare thy name,
Let adverse powers before thee fall,
And crown the Saviour-LORD OF ALL.

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They sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb.-REV. 15. 8.

AWAKE, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;

Wake every heart and every tongue!
To praise the Saviour's name.

2 Sing of his dying love:
Sing of his rising power;
Sing-how he intercedes above

For those whose sins he bore.

3 Ye pilgrims! on the road
To Zion's city, sing!

Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,-
In Christ, the eternal King.

4 Soon shall we hear him say,-
"Ye blessed children! come;'
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his wanderers home.
5 There shall each raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

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I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning.

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PSA. 59. 16.

WAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily course of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing,
"Glory to thee, eternal King."

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

1 Lord, I my vows to thee renew;
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first spring of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

5 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,

That all my powers, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite

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How excellent is thy loving-kindness!-PSA. 36. 7.
WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemer's
praise.

He justly claims a song from thee,-
His loving-kindness, O how free!

2 He saw me ruined in the fall,
Yet loved me, notwithstanding all.
He saved me from my lost estate,-
His loving-kindness, O how great!
3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud.
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, O how good!
4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail:
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.

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5 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.