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! 378 MISCELLANEOUS. 485. Bp. HEBER. Early Religion. 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. WATTS. 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. 380 487. L. M. CAWOOD. For Children. 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. |