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L. M. A peaceful death expected, and prayed for. SHRINKING from the cold hand of death,

I soon shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,

And die,--my fathers' God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I

Expect with joy thy face to see: Because thou didst for sinners die,

Josus, in death remember me! 8 O that, without a ling'ring groan,

I may the welcome word receive; My body with my charge lay down,

And cease at once to work and live. 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shado,

And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm and unulismny'd,

I shall into thy hands resign. 6 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,

Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers : My Light, my Life, my God is come,

And glory in his face appears. 1067

L. M. I am going the way of all the earth. PASSO

ASS a few swiftly fleeting years,

And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears,

Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all, before they bence remove,

May mansions for themselves prepare In thüt eternal house above;

And, O my God, shall I be there !

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S. M.
Solemn thoughts on the future.
ND am I born to die?

To lay this body down!
And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown
A land of deepest shade,

Unpierced by buman thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,

Where all things are forgot!
2 Soon as from earth I

What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or wo

Must then my portion be:
Waked by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge, with glory crown',

And see the flaming skies !
8 How shall I leave my tomb-

With triumph or regret!
A fearful or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing, meet!
Will angel bands convey

Their brother to the bar!
Or devils drag my soul away,

To meet its sentence there i
4 Who can resolve the doubt

That tears my anxious breast!
Shall I be with the damnd cast out,

Or number'd with the blest!
I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell;
Must come at his command to heaven,
Or else--depart to hell!


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A voice from the grave.
TARK! from the tombs a doleful sound;

My ears, attend the cry:
Ye living men, come view the ground

Where you must shortly lie.
2 Princes, this clay must be yonr bed,

In spite of all your towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head,

Shall lie as low as ours.
3 Great God! is this our certain doom,

And are we still secure!
Sull walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepared no more!
4 Grant us the power of quick’ning grace,

To fit onr souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

Wa'll rise above the sky. 1070

LM Christ's presence makes death easy. THY should we start, and fear to die!

dor ! Death is the gate to endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,

Fright our approaching souls away; And we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 0 would my Lord his servant meet,

My soul would stretch her wings in hasta, Fly fearless through death's iron gate,

Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus' can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head,

And breathe my life out sweetly there.

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C. M.
Death of children.
THY life I read, my gracious Lord,

transport"ay divine;
Thine image trace in every word,

Thy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charms

Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms

Receive the smiling grace.
3 I take these little lambs, said he,

And lay them in my breast;
Protection they shall find in me,

In ine be ever blest.
4 Death may the bands of life unloose,

But can't dissolve my love;
Millions of infant souls compose

The family above.
5 His words the happy parents hear,

And shout, with joys divine,-
O Saviour, all we have and are

Shall be forever thine.

4th P. M. 886, 886.
The momentous question.
ND am I only born to die?

With nature's stern decree!
What after death for me remains !
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,

To all eternity.
? How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,

And props the house of clay!
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare

Against tbat fatal day,

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8 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,

If life so soon is gone;
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before

The' inexorable throne !
4 No matter which my thoughts emplop,
A moment's misery or joy;

But, O! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place!
Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend !
6 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death

That never, never dies!
How make mine own election sure;
And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vonchsafe a pitying ray:
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way

To glorious happiness.
Ah! write the pardon on my heart;
And whensoe'er I hence depart,

Let me depart in peace.



10th P. M. 8 linu 8. The grave disarmed of its terrors. MAN dieth and wasteth away,

And where is he?-Hark! from the skies,
I hear & voice answer and say,-

The spirit of man never dies!
His body, which came from the earth,

Must mingle again with the sod-
His soul, which in heaven had birth,

Returns to the bosom of God.

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