2 The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound Shall through the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

3 Nature and death shall, with surprise, Behold the pale offender rise,

And view the Judge with conscious eyes.

4 Then shall, with universal dread, The sacred mystic book be read, To try the living and the dead.

5 The Judge ascends his awful throne; He makes each secret sin be known; And all with shame confess their own.

6 Prostrate my contrite heart I rend; My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.

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C. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. Hope of Heaven.

1 SOON shall this earthly frame, dissolved,
In death and ruins lie;

But better mansions wait the just,
Prepared above the sky.

2 A house eternal, built by God,
Shall lodge the holy mind,

When once those prison walls are broke
By which 'tis now confined.

3 We know that, when the soul, unclothed,
Shall from this body fly,

"Twill animate a purer frame
With life that cannot die.

4 Such are the hopes that cheer the just; These hopes their God hath given; His Spirit is the earnest now,

And seals their souls for heaven.

5 What faith rejoices to believe,
We long and pant to see;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

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C. M.

Doddridge.

God the everlasting Light of the Saints above. Is. lx. 20.

1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed,

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall reign with God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes,

Nor the meridian sun decline

Amidst those brighter skies.

6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,

And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.

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C. M.

Death and immediate Glory.

WATTS.

1 THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high,

And here my spirit waiting stands,

Till God shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.

3 'Tis he by his almighty grace

That forms thee fit for heaven,
And, as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

4 We walk by faith of joys to come;
Faith lives upon his word;
But, while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.

5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;

We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.

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L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

The Honor that awaits the Faithful in a future Life.

1 THERE is a glorious world on high, Resplendent with eternal day;

Faith views the blissful prospect nigh,

While God's own word reveals the way.

2 There shall the favorites of the Lord
With never-fading lustre shine;
Surprising honor! vast reward
Conferred on man by love divine!

3 How blest are those, how truly wise,
Who learn and keep the sacred road!
Happy the men whom Heaven employs
To turn rebellious hearts to God!

4 To win them from the fatal way,

Where erring folly thoughtless roves,
And that blest righteousness display,
Which Jesus wrought, and God approves!

5 The shining firmament shall fade,

And sparkling stars resign their light ;
But these shall know nor change nor shade,
Forever fair, forever bright!

6 On wings of faith and strong desire,
O, may our spirits daily rise,
And reach at last the shining choir,
In the bright mansions of the skies!
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1 THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

WATTS.

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green;

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea,
And linger, shivering, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 0, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes,

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood
Should fright us from the shore.

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