3 No more in east, or in the west, Fade they from sight, or sink to rest; Fixed firm in that celestial air, They radiant shine eternal there; Our hearts up to meet them fond leaping. J.E. Rankin, D.D. 505 Nettie. 5s & 9s. _Consolation._ Midst sorrow and care There's one that is near, And ever delights to relieve us. 2 'Tis Jesus, our Friend, On whom we depend For life and for all its rich blessings. 3 When trouble assails, His love never fails; He meets us with sweet consolation. 506 Meribah. C.P.M. _Pleading for Acceptance._ (1114) When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed 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? 2 I love to meet thy people now, Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all; But--can I bear the piercing thought?-- What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call? 3 O Lord, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou my only hiding-place, In this th' accepted day; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear, Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 And when the final trump shall sound, Among thy saints let me be found, To bow before thy face; Then in triumphant strains I'll sing, While heaven's resounding mansions ring With praise of sovereign grace. Mrs. Selina Shirley, 1772 507 Meribah. C.P.M. _Present and Future Realities._ (1115) Lo! on a narrow neck of land, Between two boundless seas I stand,-- Yet how insensible! A point of time--a moment's space-- Removes me to yon heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell! 2 O God! my inmost soul convert, And deeply on my thoughtless heart Eternal things impress; Give me to feel their solemn weight, And save me, ere it be too late! Wake me to righteousness. 3 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear, To make my calling sure; Thine utmost counsel to fulfill, To suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure! 4 Then Savior! then my soul receive, Transported from the earth, to live And reign with thee above; Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full supreme delight, And everlasting love. Charles Wesley, 1749. 508 Marlow. C.M. _Certainty of Judgment._ (1103) That awful day will surely come, Th' appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before the 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 dreadful 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. Isaac Watts, 1707. 509 Judgment. C.M. _The Judgment Day._ (1106)