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47. Thought of Death and Glory
improved. CROWLE. MY soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands; When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
And place us in their stead;
And converse with the dead.
In their own glorious forms;
The God of ages praise,
Ancient of endless days;
We cumber'd long the ground;
On our dead souls was found:
When justice drew the sword
To cut the fig-tree down,
Cry'd, let it still alone:
From God obtain'd the grace,
On us a longer space:
Break up our fallow ground;
To thy great praise abound:
49. God is Love.
God is Love. 'TWAS lovethat brought the Saviour down
Into the virgin's womb;
And laid him in a tomb.
The law of kindness reign'd:
His precious life was drain'd.
Love took him to his Father's throne,
There to prepare us room;
50. The Same. Magdalen. OF him who did salvation bring,
Lord, may we ever think, and sing; Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive, Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve. Eternal Lord, Almighty King, All heav'n doth with thy triumphs ring: Thou conquer’st all beneath, above, Devils with force, and men with love. To purge our sins, Christ shed his blood, He dy'd to bring us near to God; Let all the world fall down, and know That none but God such love could shew!
51. Panting for Blessing. IRISH, JESUS, at whose supreme command
We thus approach to God; Before us in thy vesture stand,
That once was dipt in blood.
We break the hallow'd bread;
On thee alone to feed.
The tokens of thy dying love,
O let us all receive! Thy quick’ning power we wait to prove,
On thee alone we live.
52. Death swallowed up in Victory.
WE sing his love who once was slain,
Who soon o’er death reviv'd again; That all his saints thro' him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave.
Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we
Shall rise to immortality.
Soon shall, &c.
When Jesus we in glory meet,
Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
53. I sing of Mercy and Judgment.
JUDGMENT NEW. BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar,
Soon must assembled worlds appear;