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.
Hope in the Divine Mercy.
1 WHEN, 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 mercy 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!
And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour
When Christ to judgment shall descend, And time shall be no more.
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!
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.
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.
2 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.
1 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.
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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