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2 Life is the hour, that God has given To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; The day of grace, and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.
3 There are no acts of pardon pass'd In the cold grave, to which we haste; But torment, horror, and despair
Shall meet remorseless sinners there.
4 Then, what our thoughts design to do, May we, with all our might, pursue; Since no device, nor work is found, Wisdom, nor grace beneath the ground.
HYMN LIII. C. M.
1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims,
For all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
2 They die in Jesus, and are blest,
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
The labours of their mortal life
1 DREAD Jehovah! God of nations,
2 Though our sins, our hearts confounding,
3 Hear, O God, the vows we render;
Thanksgiving for Victory.
1 ZION rejoice, and Judah sing,
The Lord assumes his throne:
2 The Great, the Wicked, and the Proud, From their high seats are hurl'd; Jehovah rides upon a cloud,
And thunders through the world.
3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,
Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles,
4 Let tyrants make no more pretence
HYMN LVI. C. M.
1 FATHER, we wait to feel thy grace,
The Lord will his own table bless,
2 We touch, we taste the heav'nly bread, We drink the sacred cup;
With outward forms our sense is fed,
3 We shall appear before the throne
Dress'd in the garments of his Son,
4 We shall be strong to run the race,
1 COME let us lift our joyful eyes
And smile to see our Father there
2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood
4 Now we may bow before his feet,
5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
High let us raise our notes of praise,
6 To Thee ten thousand thanks we bring. Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King,
END OF THE HYMNS.