All our guilty fears remove,
Fill us with Thy peace and love.
Pardon to the contrite give;
Bid the wounded sinner live;
Lead us to the Lamb of God;
Wash us in His precious blood.
Earnest Thou of hea'vnly rest,
Comfort ev'ry troubled breast;
Life and joy and peace impart,
Sanctifying ev'ry heart.
Guardian Spirit, lest we stray,
Keep us in the heav'nly way;
Bring us to Thy courts above,
Realms of light and endless love.
HYMN 37.
Great God! what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of mankind doth appear
On clouds of glory seated.
The trumpet sounds! the graves restore
The dead, wbich they contained before!
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding;
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepared to meet Him.
