The Harp. 2nd ed.

Editor: J. Pearson
Publisher: American Millennial Association, Boston, Mass., 1860
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a959Sister, thou wast mild and lovelyPage Scan
a960Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore theePage Scan
a961If, bending o'er the brink of lifePage Scan
a962The morning flowers display their sweetsPage Scan
a963Great God, I own the sentence justPage Scan
a964Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleepPage Scan
a965O for the death of thosePage Scan
a966Pastor, thou art from us takenPage Scan
a967Unveil thy bosom, faithful tombPage Scan
a968I heard a voice from heavenPage Scan
a969How sweet the hour of closing dayPage Scan
a970Flung to the heedless windsPage Scan
a971When those we love are snatched awayPage Scan
a972The mighty flood that rollsPage Scan
a973How short the race our friend has runPage Scan
a974When the last trumpet's awful voicePage Scan
a975All nature dies, and lives againPage Scan
a976Shall man, O God of life and lightPage Scan
a977If a man die, shall he live again?Page Scan
a978As Jesus died, and rose againPage Scan
a979Behold the western evening light!Page Scan
a980O for the eye of faith divinePage Scan
a981And must this body diePage Scan
a982There's rest in the gravePage Scan
a983The winter past, reviving flowersPage Scan
a984There in peace his dust is laidPage Scan
a985Hail, thou happy morn so glorious!Page Scan
a986The last lovely morningPage Scan
a987Hail, blessèd scene of endless joyPage Scan
a988The Lord will come; the earth shall quakePage Scan
a989The Lord is coming in the cloudsPage Scan
a990Hark! the song of jubileePage Scan
a991His kingdom comes! ye saints rejoicePage Scan
a992Jesus, thy wandering sheep behold!Page Scan
a993Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reignPage Scan
a994Mark that pilgrim lowly bendingPage Scan
a995When the King of kings comesPage Scan
a996Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is comingPage Scan
a997Hark, ten thousand harps and voicesPage Scan
a998Lord Jesus, come; for herePage Scan
a999When wild confusion wrecks the airPage Scan
a1000The Saviour comes, his advent's nighPage Scan
a1001The night is wearing fast awayPage Scan
a1002The glorious day is comingPage Scan
a1003The Lord our Saviour will appearPage Scan
a1004Church of Christ, awake, arise!Page Scan
a1005As Time's last sands seemed wastingPage Scan
a1006"A little while" our Lord shall comePage Scan
a1007We are living, we are dwellingPage Scan
a1008The night is far spent, and the day is at handPage Scan
a1009Lift your heads, ye friends of JesusPage Scan
a1010Darkness overspreads us herePage Scan
a1011The clouds at length are breakingPage Scan
a1012Ye saints of God, awake to duty!Page Scan
a1013Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake!Page Scan
a1014The day comes on apacePage Scan
a1015O, come, come away! for time's career is closingPage Scan
a1016My soul is happy when I hearPage Scan
a1017What of the night? O watchman, mark!Page Scan
a1018Are we almost there? are we almost there?Page Scan
a1019That glorious day is drawing nighPage Scan
a1020Watchman on the walls of ZionPage Scan
a1021All things remained the samePage Scan
a1022Belovèd sons of GodPage Scan
a1023In the sun, and moon, and starsPage Scan
a1024Righteous God! whose vengeful vialsPage Scan
a1025How happy are the little flockPage Scan
a1026Watchman! tell us of the nightPage Scan
a1027When a careless world is sleepingPage Scan
a1028O, glorious day of heavenly rest!Page Scan
a1029Hark! that shout of rapt'rous joyPage Scan
a1030The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in firePage Scan
a1031He comes, the royal Conq'ror comesPage Scan
a1032Welcome sight, the Lord descendingPage Scan
a1033Jesus comes, by crowds attendedPage Scan
a1034Lo, he comes, with clouds descendingPage Scan
a1035'Tis he; the mighty Saviour comesPage Scan
a1036The day of wrath, that dreadful dayPage Scan
a1037That awful day will surely comePage Scan
a1038O God, my inmost soul convertPage Scan
a1039How will my heart endurePage Scan
a1040On that great, that awful dayPage Scan
a1041Let worldly minds the world pursuePage Scan
a1042O, the amazing pompPage Scan
a1043The angel comes; he comes to reapPage Scan
a1044O, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourningPage Scan
a1045Behold, with awful pompPage Scan
a1046Lord, help us to insurePage Scan
a1047He comes, he comes, the Judge severePage Scan
a1048The judgment day is rolling onPage Scan
a1049Thou Judge of quick and deadPage Scan
a1050And must I be to judgment broughtPage Scan
a1051God, to correct a guilty worldPage Scan
a1052Day of wrath, that day of burningPage Scan
a1053The mighty deep gives up her trustPage Scan
a1054When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt comePage Scan
a1055Lo, he cometh; countless trumpetsPage Scan
a1056Great God, what do I see and hear?Page Scan
a1057Day of judgment! day of wonders!Page Scan
a1058And will the Judge descend?Page Scan

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