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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 !
DEATH AND RESURRECTION.
To lay this body down!
Into a world unknown
Unpierced by buman thought;
Where all things are forgot!
What will become of me?
Must then my portion be:
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the flaming skies !
With triumph or regret!
A curse or blessing, meet!
Their brother to the bar!
To meet its sentence there i
That tears my anxious breast!
Or number'd with the blest!
Or with my Saviour dwell;
A voice from the grave.
My ears, attend the cry:
Where you must shortly lie.
In spite of all your towers;
Shall lie as low as ours.
And are we still secure!
And yet prepared no more!
To fit onr souls to fly;
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.
Thy love in every line.
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
Receive the smiling grace.
And lay them in my breast;
In ine be ever blest.
But can't dissolve my love;
The family above.
And shout, with joys divine,-
Shall be forever thine.
4th P. M. 886, 886.
With nature's stern decree!
To all eternity.
And props the house of clay!
Against tbat fatal day,
8 No room for mirth or trifling here,
If life so soon is gone;
The' inexorable throne !
But, O! when both shall end,
With fiends or angels spend !
That never, never dies!
A mansion in the skies.
To glorious happiness.
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,
The spirit of man never dies!
Must mingle again with the sod-
Returns to the bosom of God.