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.
O could we die with those that die,

And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead.
Then shall we see the saints above,

In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.
48. For the New Year.

PORTSMOUTH NEW.
THE
HE Lord of earth and sky,

The God of ages praise,
Who reigns enthron'd on high,

Ancient of endless days;
Who lengthens out our trial here,
And spares us yet another year.
Barren and wither'd trees,

We cumber'd long the ground;
No fruit of holiness

On our dead souls was found:
Yet doth he us in mercy spare,
Another, and another year,

When justice drew the sword

To cut the fig-tree down,
The pity of our Lord

Cry'd, let it still alone:
The Father mild inclines his ear,
And spares us yet another year.
Jesus, thy speaking blood

From God obtain'd the grace,
Who therefore hath bestow'd

On us a longer space:
Thou didst in our behalf appear,
And lo! we see another year.
Then dig about our root,

Break up our fallow ground;
And let our gracious fruit,

To thy great praise abound:
O let us all thy praise declare,
And fruit unto perfection bear.

49. God is Love.

STEPHENS.

God is Love. 'TWAS lovethat brought the Saviour down

Into the virgin's womb;
'Twas love that nail'd him to the tree,

And laid him in a tomb.
Through a whole life of suff'ring here,

The law of kindness reign'd:
Love made those ghastly wounds thro’ which

His precious life was drain'd.

Love took him to his Father's throne,

There to prepare us room;
And love will bring him down again,
To fetch us to his home.

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.
Obedient to thy gracious call,

We break the hallow'd bread;
We trust on thee, our bleeding Lord,

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.

DIXON'S.

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.
The saints who now in Jesus sleep,
His own almighty pow'r shall keep,
Till dawns the bright illustrious day
When death itself shall die away.

Soon shall, &c.
How loud shall our glad voices sing,
When Christ his risen saints shall bring
From beds of dust and silent clay,
To realms of everlasting day.

When Jesus we in glory meet,
Our utmost joys shall be complete:
When landed on that heavenly shore,
Death and the curse will be no more.

Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day,
And this delightful scene display;
When all thy saints from death shall rise,
Raptur'd in bliss beyond the skies.

53. I sing of Mercy and Judgment.

JUDGMENT NEW. BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar,

Soon must assembled worlds appear;
And every word, and deed, and thought
Shall into judgment then be brought.
Then all shall hear their righteous doom
Of wrath, or endless joys to come;
And each receive his just reward
Of bliss, or vengeance from the Lord.
Dear Lord, it was thine highest joy
To save where sin did once destroy:
While thund'ring vengeance rolls above,
We trust in thy redeeming love.
Hail, God of unexampled grace,
All heaven shall sound thine endless praise;
High glories to the dying Lamb,
Who death by his own death o'ercame.

CHORUS.
Hallelujah,
Worthy the Lamb, praise the Lord,
Hallelujah. Amen.