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4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove

Those gloomy doubts that rise-
And see the Canaan that we love,

With unbeclouded eyes:
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.


Foretaste of Heaven.
1 WHAT must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love
O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
No heart can think, no tongue explain,

What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light,
And all his works of grace explore !
What heights and depths of love divine

Will there through endless ages shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

477. C. M. WATTS.
The Hope of Heaven our Support in Trials.
1 When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,

And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all-
3 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

478. C. M. ADDISON.

Looking forward to Judgment. 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 in ward 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 pard'ning mercy I implore,

For mercy, Lord, is thine.
5 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.

479. C. M. H. H. Milman.

The last Harvest.
1 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 0 King of mercy! grant us power

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

O gather us to thee!

480. C. M. BUTCHER.

The Light of Eternity. 1 "STAND still, refulgent orb of day!”

The Jewish victor cries : So shall at last an angel say,

And tear it from the skies. 2 A flame intenser than the sun

Shall melt his golden urn; Time's empty glass no more shall run,

Nor human years return.
3 Then, with immortal splendor bright,

That glorious orb shall rise,
Which through eternity shall light

The new created skies.
4 On the bright ranks of happy souls

Those blissful beams shall shine;
While the loud song of triumph rolls,

In harmony divine.
5 O let not sordid, base desire,

The soul's dark rayless night,
Unfit us for heaven's sacred choir,

Or God's eternal light!


The Issues of Life and Death. 1 O WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul? T were vain the ocean depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears,

There is a life' above, Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love :

4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath; O what appalling horrors hang

Around the second death!" 6 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face,

And utterly undone.
6 Here would we end our quest;

Aione are found in thee,
The life of perfect love,--the rest

Of immortality.

482. C. P. M. C. WESLEY.

Contemplation of Judgment. 1 O God, mine inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtful heart

Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness.

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