1GR HYMN 220. (C. M.) The same. REAT God! Is this our certain doom? Still we are walking to our tomb, 2 The body of this deceased saint, 3 But, oh, alas! the dreadful day, The trump shall sound through earth and sea, 4 Great God! give us thy quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly; Then when we drop this dying flesh, HYMN 149. (C. M.) Triumph through the Skies. 1 JESUS, the Lord, with clouds shall come, With all his holy train; Angels and saints before him stand, 2 His name it is to sinners dear, 3 The trumpet sounds aloud through hell, But to his bar they all must come, Jesus the name high over all, Angels and saints before him fall, aw 102 And devils fear and fly. HYMN 221. (C. M.) A The language of a dying Person.* 1 THUS saith the sister, the deceas'd, A In Christ her living head, "If I have Christ before I die, 66 I shall not be afraid. "Death cannot make my soul afraid, "If Christ be with there; "I may walk thro' her darkest shade, "And never yield to fear." 3 She did renounce her all below, And run where she was told to go, 4 Might we follow her steps below, go; Then our flesh should long to drop, 1 WH HYMN 222. (L. M.)*** Rejoicing in hope. THATE'ER my fears or foes suggest, Thou art strength and righteousness Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest, a My everlasting righteousness. 2 My chearful voice to songs of praise L HYMN 223. (C. M.) Begging for pardon. ET not thy Spirit, Lord, depart, 2 Then will I make thy mercies known; And show them God's command. 3 Give me the presence of thy grace, 4 No blood of goats, nor heifers slain, The death of Christ shall still remain 1 TH HYMN 224. (P. M.) Repentance and faith. HE blood of Christ my Lord, And like himself within. 2 My soul is perfect now, HYMN 225. (C. M.) Support for the tempted soul. 10 God, my refuge, hear my cry, For earth and hell my earth devise, 2 With inward pangs my heart-strings sound? I groan with every breath, Sorrow and fear beset round, Amongst the shades of death. 3 They fill'd my thoughts with inward strife, 4 Thus they did say that they would do I bless the Lord that he did give, 5 Oh, where I like a feather'd dove, HYMN 226. (C. M.). 1 BY morning light I seek his face The night shall hear me ask his grace, 2 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Ten thousand angels shall appear, 3 I cast my burden on the Lord, 4 My highest hopes will not be vain, 1 LE HYMN 227. (C. M.) ET us to some wild desert go, Where storms of malice never blow, 2 Vain hopes and yain intentions all, TA |