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GREAT God, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created :-
I see the Judge of man appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead which they contain'd before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
The dead in Christ the first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
To meet the Saviour in the skies,
With joy his throne surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay;
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepar'd to meet Him.
But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone!
Trembling, they stand before the throne,
All unprepar'd to meet Him.
Stay, fancy, stay, and close thy wings,
Nor press thy flight too daring;
One wondrous sight my comfort brings,
The Judge my nature wearing.
Beneath his cross I view the day
When heav'n and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.
GREAT Prophet of my God!
My tongue would bless thy name;
By thee the joyful news
Of our salvation came :
The joyful news of sins forgiv'n,
Of hell subdu'd, and peace with heav'n.
Be thou my counsellor,
My pattern, and my guide;
And through this desert land
Still keep me near thy side:
O let my feet ne'er run astray,
Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way.
I love my Shepherd's voice;
His watchful eyes shall keep
My wand'ring soul among
The thousands of his sheep:
He feeds his flock, he calls their names,
His bosom bears the tender lambs.
Jesus, my great High Priest,
Offer'd his blood, and died;
My guilty conscience seeks
No sacrifice beside :
His pow'rful blood did once atone;
And now it pleads before the throne.
My dread Almighty Lord,
My Conqu❜ror and my King,
Thy sceptre and thy sword,
Thy reigning grace I sing:
Thine is the pow'r; behold I sit,
In willing bands, before thy feet.
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah!
Pilgrim, through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand;-
Bread of heaven!
Feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all the way below:
Be thou still my light and shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:-
Saviour! I will sing to thee.
HAIL, everlasting spring!
Celestial fountain, hail!
Thy streams salvation bring;
Thy waters never fail :
Still they endure,
And still they flow,
For all our woe
A sov'reign cure.
Blest be his wounded side,
And blest his bleeding heart,
Who all in anguish died,
Such favours to impart !
His sacred blood
Shall make us clean
From ev'ry sin,
And fit for God.
DENMARK HILL. P. M. (8's & 7's double.)
HAIL, thou once despised Jesus!
Hail, thou universal King!
Who didst suffer to release us,
Who didst free salvation bring!
Hail, thou glorious God and Saviour !
Who hast borne our sin and shame;
By whose merit we find favour;
Life is granted through thy name.
Jesus, hail, enthron'd in glory,
There for ever to abide ;
All the heav'nly hosts adore thee,
Seated at thy Father's side.
There for sinners thou art pleading,
There thou dost a place prepare,
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
Worship, honour, pow'r, and blessing,
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give!
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chaunt Immanuel's praise!
JEWIN STREET. P. M. (8's & 7's double.)
HAIL, thou source of ev'ry blessing,
Sov'reign Father of mankind!
Gentiles now, thy grace possessing,
In thy courts admission find.
Gratefully we bend before thee;
In thy church obtain a place;
Now, by faith, behold thy glory,
Praise thy truth, and sing thy grace.
Hail, thou ever blessed Saviour!
Gentiles now their off'rings bring;
In thy temple seek thy favor;
Worship thee, their Lord and King.
May we all, sincere in spirit,
Live devoted to thy praise;
Glorious realms of bliss inherit;
Grateful anthems ever raise.
HAPPY the child whose tender years
Receive instruction well;
Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.
"Twill save us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young;
Grace will preserve our riper years,
And make our virtues strong.
To thee, Almighty God, to thee,
Our childhood we resign;
Thy love in Christ our portion be;
And our whole lives be thine!
Let the blest work of pray'r and praise
Betimes employ our breath;
Thus we're prepar'd for length of days,
Or fit for early death.
HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
He comes, the pris'ner to release,
In Satan's bondage held:
The gates of brass before him break,
The iron fetters yield.
He comes, to bind the broken heart,
To make the wounded whole,
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
And bless the humble soul.
Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace!
Thine advent shall proclaim;
And earth and heav'n shall join to sing
The glories of thy name.