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4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea,
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise-
With unbeclouded eyes:
And view the landscape o'er; Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
476. L. M. 61. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
Foretaste of Heaven.
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
Will there through endless ages shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
477. C. M. WATTS.
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heaven, my all-
In seas of heavenly rest;
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!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought: 3 When thou, O Lord ! shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee;
Thy nature is benign:
For mercy, Lord, is thine.
On my benighted soul!
And all my fears control.
In that decisive hour
And time shall be no more.
479. C. M. H. H. Milman.
The last Harvest.
The harvest of the Lord !
Wide waves his flaming sword.
The fire of vengeance bound?
Choked the fair crop around.
God's treasure-house to fill ?
Amid surrounding ill.
Thy fiery wrath to flee !
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.
That glorious orb shall rise,
The new created skies.
Those blissful beams shall shine;
In harmony divine.
The soul's dark rayless night,
Or God's eternal light!
481. S. M. MONTGOMERY.
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.
Aione are found in thee,
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;
And wake to righteousness.