6. In my body, when restor'd
From the grave in which it slum-
I shall see my God, my Lord, (ber'd,
With his saints in glory number'd;
In my flesh eternally
My Redeemer I shall see.

7. These mine eyes most certainly
Shall behold and know my Saviour,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I,
Him to see shall have the favour:
Grieving, pining, in that day
Ever shall be done away.

8. What here sickens, sighs, and
groans,
(torious;
There o'er death shall prove vic-
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heavenly they shall rise, and glori-
What is natural sown here, (ous:
Shall as spiritual rise there.

9. Let us raise our minds above This world's lusts, vain, transitory, Cleave to him ev'n here in love, Whom we hope to see in glory; May our minds tend constantly Where we ever wish to be.

Louisa of Brandenburg.

MY life I now to God resign, At his decree I'll not repine; (all, My hairs the Lord hath number'd Not one without his will can fall. 2. Lord, what is man! a clod of earth,

A needy mortal from his birth; Brought nothing with him when he came, (frame. And naked leaves this worldly 3. Teach us to number so our days That we apply to wisdom's ways, Knowing how swift our moments fly, (die. That all, both young and old, must

4. Evil and few, as Jacob says, Alas, I count my pilgrim-days: A stranger here on earth I roam, Till God shall call his servant home. 5. How should I live in constant dread,

Harass'd by guilt, of death afraid, Did I not know, God gave his Son, Who did for all my sins atone. 6. 'Tis he my Saviour, Jesus Christ, Who for my sins was sacrific'd, And rose triumphant from the grave,

That he my soul from death might

And bring me to the blissful place, Where I shall see him face to face.

8. My flesh meanwhile doth rest in hope,

Till in his likeness I wake up;
Out of his hands no dust shall fall,
But rise immortal at his call.

9. This gives me comfort and relief,
In all my greatest pain and grief;
He'll wipe away my every tear,
When he in glory shall appear.
10. Lord Jesus Christ, I humbly
pray,

Me with thy righteousness array: In garments of salvation drest, I'm sure of endless joy and rest.

11. Amen, thou sovereign God of love,

O grant that, when we hence re

crown,

Gain'd for me glory and renown.

4. Thy stripes have me, a sinner, heal'd;

My pardon with thy blood is seal'd; Thy agony, thy dying breath, Redeem'd me from eternal death.

5. Unto my heart, when speech I want,

The utterance of thy Spirit grant: O that my soul to heaven may rise, (eyes. When death in darkness seals my

6. Thy bitter death shall sweeten mine,

My soul I to thy care resign: (me, Thou, since thou gav'st thy life for Wilt keep me to eternity.

7. How glad am I, that I have known,

What thou to ransom me hast done:

How glad am I, that I believe, Thou, when I die, wilt me receive.

8. Thanks be to thee, who hast endur'd

My curse, and life for me procur'd:

T. 232. LORD, let thy blest angelic bands Convey my soul into thy hands,

When soul and body sever; My body, tho' reduced to dust, Thou wilt, O Lord, I firmly trust,

Raise up to live for ever: Then shall I see thee face to face In everlasting joy and peace, And sing with all the saints above The wonders of redeeming love; Here and above for evermore. O Christ, my Lord, I'll thee adore,

950.*

M. Schalling.

T. 14.

O HOW I long with Christ to be,
And in his presence rest,
He draws my soul most powerfully,

I to his bosom haste. 2. Meanwhile may I in spirit view

His sufferings, cross, and death; These to my heart be daily new, Till I resign my breath.

O grave, thy victory?
He that believes in Christ can sing:
"He hath redeemed me!"
Trusting in him by faith,

We now the victory gain;
In him we triumph over death,
Who for us rose again.

952.

J. Hart.

T. 14. WHY do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2. Why should we tremble to convey Their relics to the tomb? There the Redeemer's body lay, And left a long perfume. 3. The graves of all his saints he And soften'd every bed; (blest, Where should the dying members

But with the dying Head. (rest, 4. Thence he arose, ascending high,

And show'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly At the great rising-day. 5. Then let the last loud trumpet And bid our kindred rise; (sound, Awake, ye nations under ground, Ye saints ascend the skies.

T. 16. HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mourning days below; Thou, by angel-guards attended,

Didst to Jesus' presence go. 2. Trusting in thy Saviour's merit, Thou hast seen thy Lord above, Waiting to receive thy spirit, Reaching out the crown of love. 3. For the joy he set before thee, Thou didst bear a moment's pain, Die, to live a life of glory, Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. C. Wesley.

His sufferings have deliver'd

thee

From misery, woe, and death; His word, "Tis finish'd," proved The triumph of thy faith. (to be 3. Now to the earth let these reIn hope committed be; (mains Until the body, chang'd, obtains Blest immortality.

958.*

G. Naumann.

T. 483.