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4 O for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord !
Like theirs my last reward.
THY should our tears in sprrow flow
For an inuinvrtal crown! 2 Is pot e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given! Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.
And they are fully blest;
And enter'd into rest.
God has recall'd his own; But let our hearts, in every wo,
Still say,--Thy will be done. 1083
L. M. The end of that man is peace. HOW blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest! How inildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day:
So dies # wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, -,
A calin which lite nor death destroys; And canght disturbs that peace profound
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.
2 Saved by the merit of his Lord,
Glory and praise to Christ he gives ;
According to his works receives;
Which brought our friend victorious through
Let us his steadfast faith parsue;
And keep the faith, and win the prize!
Our halluw'd spirits to the skies, To chant, with all our friends above, Thy glorious, everlasting love. 1086
The croioning hour. SERVANT of God, well done! The battle's fought, the race is won,
And thou art crown'd at last2 or all thy heart's desire
Triumphantly possess'd; Lodged by the ministerial choir
In thy Redeemer's breast. 8 In condescending love,
Thy ceaseless prayer He heard ; And bade thee suddenly remove
To thy complete reward. 4 With saints enthroned on high,
Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry,
Salvation to the Lamb !
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10th P. M. 8 lines 88. Happy death of a sister in the Lord.
And lodged in Immanuel's breast;
To heighten the triumph above;
And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 2 How happy the angels that fall
Transported at Jesus's name; The saints whom he soonest shall call,
To share in the feast of the Lamb! No longer imprison'd in clay,
Who next from the dungeon shall fly! Who first shall be summond away!
My merciful Lord-Is it I! 3 0 Jesus, if this be thy will,
That suddenly I should depart, Thy counsel of mercy reveal,
And whisper thy call in my heart; O give me a signal to know
If soon tbou wouldst bave me remove, And leave the dull body below,
And fly to the regions above. 1089
10th P. M. S lines 6s. Triumphant death of a brother. WEEP pot for a brother deceased ;
bis A soul out of prison released,
And freed from its bodily chain; With song, let us toilow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.