Heav'n and earth must pass away;
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new Heav'ns and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No? the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death,
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their pow'rs employ.
HYMN 109.
Soon shall the ev'ning star with silver ray,
Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day;
Resume we then, ere sleep and silence
reign, The rites that holiness and Heav'n ordain.
Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage,
That shines reveal'd on inspiration's page;
Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste
Which all who mis-spend shall lament at last.
