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A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the People Called Methodists / by John Wesley, A.M., sometime Fellow of Lincoln College, Oxford. With a Supplement
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2 First the dead in Christ shall rise Then we that yet remain Shall be caught up to the skies, And see our Lord again: We shall meet him in the air,

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3 Who can tell the happiness,

This glorious hope affords? Joy unutter'd we possess

In these reviving words: Happy while on earth we breathe; Mightier bliss ordain'd to know; Trampling down sin, hell, and death, To the third heaven we go

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DESCRIBING JUDGMENT.

All rapt up to heaven shall be; Find, and love, and praise him there, To all eternity.

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HYMN 59.

8's& 6's.

THOU God of glorious majesty,

To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry;

A half- awaken'd child of man; An heir of endless bliss or pain; A sinner born to die!

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, " Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible;

A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmost soul convert! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress:

Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness.

4 Before me place, in dread array, The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar, And tell me, Lord, shall I be there, To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear Eternal bliss to' ensure:

Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure.

6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive, Transported from this vale to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope in full supreme delight, And everlasting love.

HYMN 60.

8's& 7's.

RIGHTEOUS God! whose vengeful

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All our fears and thoughts exceed, Big with woes and fiery trials, Hanging, bursting o'er our head; While thou visitest the nations,

Thy selected people spare; Arm our caution'd souls with patience, Fill our humbled hearts with prayer.

2 If thy dreadful controversy

With all flesh is now begun, In thy wrath remember mercy; Mercy first and last be shown

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Plead thy cause with sword and fire, . Shake us till the curse remove, Till thou com'st, the world's desire, Conquering all with sovereign love

3 Every fresh alarming token

More confirms the faithful word; Nature( for its Lord hath spoken) Must be suddenly restored: From this national confusion,

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From this ruin'd earth and skies, See the times of restitution,

See the new creation rise!

4 Vanish, then, this world of shadows, Pass the former things away: Lord, appear! appear to glad us With the dawn of endless day! O conclude this mortal story,

Throw this universe aside! Come, eternal King of Glory, Now descend, and take thy bride!

HYMN 61.

7's& 6's.

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TAND the' omnipotent decree: 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, And mount above the wreck; Lo! the heavenly spirit towers, Like flame, o'er nature's funeral pyre, Triumphs in immortal powers, And claps his wings of fire!

3 Nothing hath the just to lose, By worlds on worlds destroy'd, Far beneath his feet he views, With smiles, the flaming void: Sees the universe renew'd, The grand millennial reign begun, Shouts, with all the sons of God, Around the' 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 latest trumpet of the seven, Soon our soul and dust shall join, And both fly up to heaven.

HYMN 62.

8's& 6's.

1 TTOW happy are the little flock,[ rock, Who, safe beneath their guardian­In all commotions rest!

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When war's and tumult's waves run high, Unmoved above the storm they lie, They lodge in Jesu's breast.

2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we, By mercy gather'd in to thee,

Before the floods descend:

And while the bursting cloud comes down, We mark the vengeful day begun, And calmly wait the end.