By the blessed light of heaven,
Gilding scenes of earthly gloom,
Star of gladness!

All our night with joy illume.

5. From our circle, dearest brother,
Early hast thou pass'd away;
But the angels say, "Another
Joins our holy song to-day."
Weep no longer!

Join with them the sacred lay.

309. 11s & 8s.

1. I KNOW thou art gone to the home of thy rest. Then why should my soul be so sad?

I know thou art gone where the weary are blest,

And the mourner looks up and is glad.

CHORUS.

I never look up with a wish to the sky,
But a light like thy beauty is there;
And I hear a low murmur, like thine in reply.
When I pour out my spirit in prayer.

2. In thy far-away home, wherever it be,
I know thou hast visions of mine;

And my heart hath revealings of thine and of thee,

In many a token and sign.

3. In the hush of the night, on the waste of the sea,

Or alone with the breeze on the hill,

I have ever a presence that whispers of thee,
And my spirit lies down and is still.

310. 12s & 11s.

1. THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee;

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb,

The Saviour has pass'd through its portals before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

2. Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side:

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.

3. Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansions forsaking,

Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long;

But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,

And the song which thou heardst was the seraphim's song.

4. Thou art gone to the grave; but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,

When God was thy ransom, thy guardian and guide;

He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,

Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour has died

JUDGMENT.

311. C. M.

1. THAT awful day will surely come,
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge
And pass the solemn test.

2. Thou lovely chief of all my joys,
Thou sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound "Depart"?

3. Oh, wretched state of deep despair,To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love!

4. Oh, tell me that my worthless name Is graven on thy hands;

Show me some promise in thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

312. 8s, 7s & 4s.

1. DAY of judgment, day of wonders! Hark! the awful trumpet's sound, Louder than ten thousand thunders, Shakes the vast creation round! How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound!

2. See the Judge, our nature wearing, Clothed in majesty divine!

You, who long for his appearing,
Then shall say, "This God is mine!"
Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine!

3. At his call the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea:
All the powers of nature, shaken,
From his looks prepare to filee!
Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee?

4. But to those who have confessed,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, "Come near, ye blessed,
See the kingdom I bestow:
You forever

Shall my love and glory know."

1. AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise,
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2. How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,

When earth and heaven before his face,
Astonish'd, shrink away?

3. But ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead,

Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!

4. Ye sinners, seek His grace
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

314. 8s, 7s & 4s.

1. Lo! he comes, with clouds descending,
Once for favour'd sinners slain;
Thousand thousand saints, attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!

God appears on earth to reign.

2. Every eye shall now behold him,
Robed in dreadful majesty;

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3. All the tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,—
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransom'd worshippers;
With what rapture

Gaze we on those glorious scars!

315. L. C. M.

1. WHEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransom'd people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?