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2 Before me place, in dread array,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To meet a joyful doom? 3 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear,
Eternal bliss to insure;
And to the end endure.
4 Then, Father, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight,
And everlasting love.
483. 7s. M. Bp. HEBER.
The Last Judgment.
Signs and wonders there shall be;
Nations with perplexity.
Tossed with stronger tempests, rise;
3 Evil thoughts shall shake the proud,
Racking doubt and restless fear;
Shall the Judge of men appear.
Heaven shall fade and earth shall fly,
484. P. M. LUTHER.
Luther's Judgment Hymn.
The end of things created !
On clouds of glory seated.
Prepare, my soul, to meet him!
How sweet the lily grows !
Of Sharon's dewy rose !
The paths of peace have trod;
Is upward drawn to God ! 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
Must shortly fade away.
Of man's maturer age
And stormy passion's rage !
We seek thy grace alone,
To keep us still thine own!
486. C. M.
Receive instructions well;
The road that leads to hell.
2 When we devote our youth to God,
'Tis pleasing in his eyes;
Is no vain sacrifice.
3 'Tis easier work if we begin
To fear the Lord betimes;
Are hardened in their crimes.
4 'T will save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young;
And make our virtue strong.
5 To thee, almighty God! to thee
Our childhood we resign: 'Twill please us to look back and see
That our whole lives were thine.
6 Let the sweet work of prayer and praise
Employ our youngest breath :
Or fit for early death.
487. L. M. CAWOOD.
The lamp of God was burning bright;
Samuel, the child, securely slept.
“Samuel !” it called, and thrice it spoke; He rose; he asked whence came the word;
From Eli? No-it was the Lord.
In paths of righteousness he trod;
And all the chosen tribes were blest. 4 Speak, Lord ! and, from our earliest days,
Incliné our hearts to love thy ways;
488. C. M. SALISBURY COL. Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth. 1 In the soft season of thy youth,
In nature's smiling bloom,
Its summons to the tomb;
For him thy powers employ;
Thy confidence, thy joy.