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The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

S 5 O that each in the day of his coming may say,
" I have fought my way through ;
I have finished the work thou didst give me to do.'*

6 O that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad
" Well and faithfully done ;
" Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.*'

HYMN 436. C. M. Canterbury, [b]

Reflections on the State of our Fathers.

e 1 TTOW swift the torrent rolls,
Jd Which bears us to the sea !
The tide which hurries thoii^htless souls
Yq vast eternitjf !

750 HYMN 437. Select.

2 Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own ?

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares.
And wealth and honour gone.

3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,

While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

e 4 There, where the fathers lie
Must all the children dwell ;
No other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

—5 God of our fathers, hear.
Thou everlasting Friend !
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.

6 Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace,
S Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before thy face. Alexander's Col.

HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden, [b or *^

The Knell.

^FT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each from every trifle fly.
And ask, " Am I prepared to die V*

2 Soon, leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I must go ;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

3 O could I bear to hear him say,
" Depart, accursed, far away ;
" With Satan, midst the flames of hell,
*' Thou art forever doomed to dwell !"

4 Saviour ! O help me now to see
And place my hope alone in thee ;
Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give,
Subdue m}'^ sins, and bid me live !

5 Then when the solemn bell I hear.
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought alarming be,
** Perhaps it next may toll for me."

Select HYMN 438—440. 751

8 6 Rather my spMt would rejoice,
And wish and long to hear thy voice >
Glad, when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine ! Newton.

HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn, [b]

A Thought of Eternity.

p 1 ~11|THEN, rising from the bed of death,
TV O'erwhelmed w^ith guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O, how shall I appear ?

— 2 If yet;, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks.
And trembles at the thought ;
g 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed
In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear ? Addison.

HYMN 439. S. M. Olmutz. [*]

o 1 XT7AKED by the trumpet's sound,
▼ V I from my grave shall rise.
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.
p 2 Who can resolve the doubt.

That tears my anxious breast ?
Shall I be with the lost cast out,
Or numbered with the blest ?
— 3 O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die ;
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ; —

4 Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe !
That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear. Wesley's Col.

HYMN 440. C. M. Du7idee. [*]


g 1 TTT^AR from these narrow scenes of night,
Jl Unbounded glories rise.
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

^52 HYMN 441, 442. Select

^—2 Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,

And dwell on earth no more !
3 No cloud those blissful regions know^

Realms ever bright and fair !
For sin, the source of mortal wo,

Can never ienter there,
fe 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith and strong desire

Bear every thought above.
5 Prepare us, Lord ! by grace divine,

For thy bright courts on high ;
Then bid our spirits rise and join

The chorus of the sky. Steele

HYMN 441. Laneshoro\ [b or *]

The Heavenly Rest.
p 1 rr^HERE is an hour of peaceful restj
i To mourning wanderers given ;
There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,

'Tis found above — in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driven ;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoalsj
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And ail is drear but heaven.
6 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given ;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
p And all serene ill heaven.
S 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloomj
And joys supreme are given ;
There, rays divine disperse the gloom : — -
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven. Union Coi.

' HYMN 442. C. M. Tolland. [*]
The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xxi, 22
1 TERUSALEM, my happy home !

«/ Name ever dear to me !
When shall my labours have an endj
In joy, and peace, and thee .''

Select. HYMN 443. 753 1

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold ?

Thy bulwarks, witli salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold ?

3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up.
And Sabbaths have no end ?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know :

Blest seats ! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo ?
Oi feel at death dismay ?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there.
Around my Saviour stand ;

And soon my friends in Christ below,-

Will join the glorious band.
' 7 Jerusalem ! my happy home '

My soul still pants for thee ;
Then shall my labours have an end,

When I thy joys shall see. C. WE^LSf.

, HYMN 443. 8s. Goshen. [*]

Earnest Desire of Heaven.
U 1 T LONG to behold him arrayed

-I. With glory and light from above, — •'
The King in his beauty displayed.
His beauty of holiest love :
p 1 languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed his abode :
O when shall we meet in the air
s And fly to the mountain of God.

—2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word,)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord ;
But when on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above 1
Select. 22

754 HYMN 444, 445. Select

No pain the inhabitants feel,

No sickness or sorrow shall prove.

Physician of souls, unto me

Forgiveness and holiness give :

And then from the body set free,

And then to the city receive. Wesley's Col.

HYMN 444. C. M. Dundee. [*]

e 1 "^^HEN bending o'er the brink of life
1 T My trembling soul shall stand,
Waiting to pass death's awful flood.
Great God, at thy command;

p 2 When every long-loved scene of life
Stands ready to depart ;
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart ;

3 O thou great source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,

Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave !

4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head ;

s And with a ray of love divine.
Illume my dying bed !

p 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
May I resign my breath !
And in thy fond embraces lose

" The bitterness of death." Collyer.

HYMN 445. 8, 7, & 4. Greenville, [b or *]

p 1 "^^rHEN the vale of death appears,

1 T (Faint and cold this mortal clay,)
Kind forerunner, soothe my fears.

Light me through the darksome way .
Break the shadows,
g Usher in eternal day.

6 2 Starting from this djnng state,
Upward bid my soul aspire ;
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre •

Dwell for ever,
Dwell on each immortal wire.

3 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,

Select. HYMN 446, 447. 755

Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night and cloud by day,

While my triumphs
At my Leader's feet I lay.

4 And when mighty trumpets blown.
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,

With the ransomed,
Judge and Saviour, own my name !

Mrs. Gilbert.

HYMN 446. L. M. Dresden, [b]
The Living and the Dead.
e 1 "^^/"HERE are the dead ? In heaven or hell
¥ T Their disembodied spirits dwell ;
Their buried forms in bonds of clay,
Reserved until the judgment-day.

—-2 Who were the dead ? The sons of time,
In every age, and state, and clime ;
Renowned, dishonoured, or forgot.
The place that knew them knows them not.

3 Where are the living ? On the ground,
Where prayer is heard, and mercy found;
Where in the period of a span.

The mortal makes th' immortal man.

4 Who are the living ? They whose breath
Draws every moment nigh to death ;

Of bliss or wo the eternal heirs ;
O what an awful choice is theirs '

5 Then, timely warned, may we begin,
To follow Christ, and flee from sin,
Daily grow up in him our Head,

Lord of the living and tiie dead. Montgomery

HYMN 447. C. M. Laneshoro\ [b or *]

The Dead who die in the Lord.
p 1 "TN vain our fancy strives to paint
-1- The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint.

When he resigns his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks ;
We scarce can say, " He's gone,"
iPefore the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.

756 HYMN 448, 449. Select,

•: — 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her heavenward flight ;
No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that worl4 of light.

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,

They are suprernely blest ;
Have done with sin, and care, and wo,

And with their Saviour rest.

6 5 On harps of gold his name they praise.
His presence always view ; —
And if v/e here their footsteps trace,

There we shall praise him too. Newton.

HYMN 448, 7s. Sabbath, [b or *]

The dying Christian to his Soul.

a 1 "T7"ITAL spark of heavenly flame !
p T Quit, O quit this mortal frame !

Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying ;

Oh the pain, the bliss of dying !

Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife,

And let me languish into life '.

e 2 Hark, they whisper — angels say,

o " Sister spirit, come away !"

p What is this absorbs me quite.
Steals my senses, shuts my sight.
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ?
Tell me, my soul — can this he death .''

,a 3 The world recedes !^t disappears !
p Heaven opens on my eyes ! — my ears
u With sounds seraphic ring !
e Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly !
O grave ! where is thy victory .''

death ! where is thy sting ? Pope.

HYMN 449. 8 & 7. Greenville. [*]

The departing Saint.

1 "TTTAPPY soul, thy days are ended,
JljL All thy mourning days below ;

Go, by angel-guards attended.
To the sight of Jesus go !

2 W^aiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo ! the Saviour stands above,

phows the glory of his merit.
Reaches out the crown of love.

Select. HYMN 450—452. 757

3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,

To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest.

4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain ;

Die, to live the life of glory —

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. C. Wesley

' HYMN 450. L. M. Munich, [b]

The Death of the Righteous.
p 1 X^OW blest the righteous when they die,
JL A When holy souls retire to rest !
How mildly beams the closing eye !
How gently heaves th' expiring breast !

2 So fades a summer cloud away :

- So sinks the gale when storms are o'er :
So gently shuts the eye of day :
So dies a wave along the shore.

3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell !

s How bright th' unchanging morn appears !

p Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! Barbauld.

HYMN 451. C. M. Laneshoro\ [b]
Happy Death of a Christian.
p 1 I ^EAR as thou wert, and justly dear,
3^ We would not weep for thee ;
One thought shall check the starting tear, —
It is — that thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain ;

Oh ! who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again !

3 Gently the passing spirit fled.
Sustained by grace divine :

Oh may such grace on us be shed,

And make our end like thine. Dale.

HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville, [b or *]
Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Sur-
1 f I iHINK, O ye who fondly languish
-1- O'er the grave of those you lore :
While your bosoms swell with anguish,
They are warbling hymns above.

T58 HYMN 453, 454. Select.

p 2 While our silent steps are straying,

Lonely through night's deepening shade,
^ Glory's brightest beams are playing

Round the happy Christian's head.
6 3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never — never die !
4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,

Sickness, there, no more can come ;
There, no fear of wo, intruding,

Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.


" HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham, [*]

1 "1" O ! the prisoner is released,
i A Lightened of his fleshly load;

Where the weary are at rest.

He is gathered unto God !

Lo ! the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'ejr ;

Death and hell behind are cast,

Grief and suffering are no more.
g 2 Yes, the Christian's course is run,

Ended is the glorious strife ;
u Fought the fight, the work is done,

Death is swallowed up of life !
s Borne by angels on their wings,

Far from earth the spirit flies,

Finds his God, and sits and sings,

Triumphing in Paradise.
• — 3 Let the world bewail their dead,

Fondly of their loss complain ;

Brother, friend, by Jesus freed,

Death to thee, to us, is gain :
B Thou art entered into joy :

Let the unbelievers mourn ;

We in songs our lives employ,

Till we all to God return. Wesley's Col.

HYMN 454. 8s. Goshen, [b or *] '
Death of a Sister.
e 1 'fTlIS finished ! the conflict is past,
JL The heayen-born spirit is fled ;
Her wish is accomplished at last,
^^4 i^ow she's entombed with the dea4.

Select. HYMN 455. 759

The months of affliction are o'er.
The days and the nights of distress y
We see her in anguish no more-
She has found a happy release.

p— 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain,

Shall ever disquiet her now ;

For death to her spirit was gain,

Since Christ was her life when below.
^ Her soul has now taken its flight

To mansions of glory above,

To mingle with angels of light,

And dwell in the kingdom of love.

3 The victory now is obtained ;
She's gone her Redeemer to see ,
Her wishes she fully has gained —
She's now where she panted to be.
Then let us forbear to complain
That slie has now gone from our sight ;
We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.

Alexander's Co^

HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]

Sleeping in Jesus.

1 A SLEEP in Jesus ! blessed sleep !

jLJL From which none ever wakes to weep !
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes !

p 2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet:
g With holy confidence to sing

That death hath lost its venomed sting !

P 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest !

Whose waking is supremely blest j
No fear — no wo, shall dim that hour,
That manifests the Saviour's power.

•— 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me

May such a blissful refuge be :
Securely shall my ashes lie,

Waiting the summons from on high.

5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space
Debars this precious " hiding place '^"
On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,
Relievers find the same repog^,

760 HYMN 456, 457. Select.

6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee

Thy kindred and their graves may be 3
But there is still a blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep.

HYMN 456. S. M. Olmutz. [*]

On the Death of an aged Minister.
p 1 QERVANT of God, well done !

k3 Pvest from thy loved emploj^- ;
s The battle fought, the victory won,

Enter thy Master's joy.

2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear ;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell; — but felt no fear.

p 3 The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease ;
And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.

g 4 Soldier of Christ, well done !
Praise be thy new employ,
And while eternal ages run.

Rest in thy Saviour's joy. Montgomerit,

HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn, [b]
p 1 "OENEATH our feet and o'er our head
-13 Is equal warning given :
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven !

2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay :

And ere another day is gone,
Ourselves may be as they.

3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower :

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour !

4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,

And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb ;

Select. HYMN 458—460. 761

And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come ?

6 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know :

Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead !

— 7 Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given :
The forms which underneath thee lie,

Shall live, for hell or heaven ! Pratt's Col.

HYMN 458. L. M. Monmouth, [b or *]

The Day of Judgment.

g 1 FT^HE day of wrath ! that dreadful day,

i When heaven and earth shall pass away!
—What power shall be the sinner's stay ?
How shall he meet that dreadful day —

2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll.
The flaming heavens together roll ;
And, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ?

a 3 Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay.
Be thou, O Christ ! the sinner's stay,

p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Scott.

HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*]

Christ's Second Coming.

o 1 "FITE comes ! the Conqueror comes !
jn Death falls beneath his sword ;
The joyful prisoners burst the tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

o 2 The trumpet sounds, " Awake !
" Ye dead, to judgment come !"
The pillars of creation shake.

While man receives his doom.

3 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace :
No night of sorrow e'er shall close.
Or shade their perfect bliss.

HYMN 460. S. M. Watchman, [b or *]
^ 1 rriHOU Judge of quick and dead,
_i- Before whose l?ar severe,

763 HYMN 461, 462. Select.

With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear ;

2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day ;

And fill us no\^ with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.

3 O may we all be found
Obedient to thy word ;

Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord !

4 O rnay we all ensure
A lot among the blest ;

And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting rest. Wesley's Cor..

HYMN 461. 8s. Goshe?i. [*]

"E comes ! he cornes ! the Judge severe !
The severhth trumpet speaks him near:
His lightnings flash ; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !

u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound ;
See the Almighty Jesus crowned !
Girt with omnipotence and grace ;
And glory decks the Saviour's face.

3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own :
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.

^ 4 Shout, all the people of the sky !
And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns. Wesley's Col.

HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4. Tanncorth. [*]

O ! he comes 1 with clouds descending,
Once for favoured sinners slain ;
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train :

Hallelujah !—
Jesus comes, — he comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him,

Robed in dreadful majesty ;
'J')iose who set at nought and sold him,

Select. HYMN 463. 76^

Pierced and nailed him to the tree,

Deeply wailing —
Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away ;

All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day j-

Come to judgment !
Come to judgment ' come away I

4 Yea, Amen ! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne !

Saviour ! take the power and glory ;
Claim the kingdom for thine own !
s Oh come quickly —

Hallelujah ! Come, Lord, come ! Oliver.

HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]

Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.

e 1 f I THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path^
JL Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,

p Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid
In this our last retreat.

Unheeded, o'er our silent dust.
The storms of life shall beat.

— 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie ;
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,

o Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.

p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,
And the long silent dust shall burst
u With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White*

764 HYMN 464, 465. Select.

HYMN 464. C. M. Arthdale. [*]

The Resurrection of the Christian.

s 1 IVTY faith shall triumph o'er the gravCj

J_?X And trample on the tombs :
My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,

My God. my Saviour comes j
Ere long I know he shall appear,

In power and glory great ;
And death, the last of all his foes.

Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour,

And make my form their prey,
I know I shall arise with power,

On the last judgment day :
When God shall stand upon the earth.

Him there mine eyes shall see ;
My flesh shall feel a second birth,

And ever with him be.

p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears

From every weeping eye ;
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears.

Shall cease eternally.
o How long, dear Saviour ! O, how long

Shall this bright hour delay !
s O, hasten thy appearance, Lord,

And bring the welcome day. Watts.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b]

e 1 "TESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee,

e/ We seek thy bleeding side ;
—Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.

u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet souHQ)

The latest lightning glare ;
e The mountains melt ; the solid ground
e Dissolve as liquid air ;
o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll,

Amidst that general fire.
And shrivel as a parchment scroll.

And all in smoke expire !

—4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.

Select. HYMN 466. 765

g 5 Sublime upon his azure throne,
He speaks, — th' Almighty Word:
His fiat is obeyed ! 'tis done ;
And paradise restored.

6 So be it ! let this system end,
This ruined earth and skies ;

s The New Jerusalem descend,
The New Creation rise.

7 Thy power omnipotent assume ;
Thy brightest majesty !

And when thou dost in glory come,

My Lord, remember me. Wesley's Cot.

HYMN 466. 7 & 6. Amsterdam. [*]
g 1 OTAND th' omnipotent decree;

k3 Jehovah's will be done !
Nature's end we wait to see,

And hear her final groan :
Let this earth dissolve, and blend

In death the wicked and the just :
Let those ponderous orbs descend,

And grind us into dust.
— 2 Rests secure the righteous man,

At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure to emerge, and rise again,
8 And mount above the wreck :
Lo ! the heavenly spirit towers,

Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre j
Triumphs in immortal powers,

And claps his wings of fire !
o 3 Notliing hath the just to lose,

By worlds on worlds destroyed ;
Far beneath his feet he views.

With smiles, the flaming void ;
Sees this universe renewed ;

The grand millennial reign begun,
Shouts with all the sons of God,

Around th' eternal throne !
4 Resting in this glorious hope,

To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up.

To earthquake, plague, or sword;
Listening for the call divine,

The last trumpet of the seven :
Soon our souls and dust shall join.

And both fly up to heaven. C. Wesley.

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r66 HYMN 467—469. Select.

HYMN 467. P. M. Luther's Hymn, [*]

GREAT God ! what do I see and hear !
The end of things cheated !
The Judge of man I see appear,

On clouds of glory seated !
Beneath his cross I View the day,

When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet him. Luther.

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