3 [Joyful crowds his throne surrounding, Sing with rapture of his love:

Through the heav'ns his praises sounding, Filling all the courts above. Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy.] 4 Go and share his people's glory, Midst the ransom'd crowd appear: Thine a joyful, wondrous story: One that angels love to hear. Spread thy wings, my soul, and fly Straight to yonder world of joy.

508. The Uncertainty of Life. s.M.

Ye know not what shall be on the morrow.-JAM. iv. 14.

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TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away:
O make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.
3 Since on this fleeting hour
Eternity is hung,

Waken, by thine Almighty power,
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands their care,
Be that one thing pursu'd;
Lest, slighted now, the season fair

Spread an alarm abroad, And cry in every careless ear, "Prepare to meet thy God."

509. Preparation for Death. S.M.

Now he that hath wrought us for the self-same thing is God.-2 COR. v. 5.

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PREPARE me, O my God,

To stand before thy face:
Thy Spirit must the work perform,
For it is all of grace.

In Christ's obedience clothe,
And wash me in his blood;
So shall I lift my head with joy
Among the sons of God.

My soul for refuge flies
To him that died for men,
Who gave himself a sacrifice
To take away my sin.

Do thou my sins subdue,
Thy sov'reign love make known;
The spirit of my mind renew,
And save me in thy Son.

Let me attest thy pow'r,

And all thy goodness prove,

Till my full soul can hold no more
Of everlasting love.

510. Triumph over Death through Christ. 8-7-4.

will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction.— HOSEA Xiii. 14.

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah !
Pilgrim through this desert 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.

e Open thou the living fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through;
Strong deliv'rer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Triumphs give and consolation;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.

4 Musing on my habitation,
Musing on my heav'nly home,
Fills my soul with holy longing;
Come, O Jesus, quickly come:
Here vanity is all I see,

Lord, I long to be with thee.

511. Victory over Death. c.M.

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.-1 Cor. xv. 55, &c.

10 FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o'er the monster death,
And all his frightful powers!

2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing,
Where is thy victory, O grave?
And where, O death, thy sting?
3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure,
Death has no sting beside;
The law gives sin its damning power;
But Christ, my ransom, died.

4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,

Who makes us conq'rors while we die,
Through Christ our living head.

512. Encouragement to the Dying Believer. 8-7.

Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.-1 COR. xiii. 12.

1 HAPPY Soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go.

2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

3 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

4 Kept by his divine compassion
He receives thee to his breast;
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest!

5 There with him, who died to save thee, Ever shalt thou reign above;

Praise him for the grace he gave thee;
Praise him for redeeming love!

513. At the Death of a Believer, 7s. DOUBLE.

Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.-1 Cor. xv. 57.

1 BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pray we, gracious God, to thee:
Thou, in thine abundant grace,
Givest us the victory;

True and faithful to thy word,
Thou hast glorified thy son;
Jesus Christ, our dying Lord,
He for us the fight hath won.