2 'Tis He, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 3 Tis He, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our covenant God and Father He, 5 Silent I own Jehovah's name; I kiss Thy chastening hand; 319. "Unto them will I give.... a place and a name better than of sons and of daughters." Isa. lvi. 5. C. M. 1 YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears Flow o'er your children dead, Say not, in transports of despair, your hopes are fled. 2 While, cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy and reverence view 3 Though, your young branches torn away, Like withered trunks ye stand, With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, 4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, 5 "Transient and vain is every hope 6 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears And bless the wounds that, through our 320. [hearts, "It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory.” 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the forms that slumber here; And angels watch their soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed. Rest here, dear saint! till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! His sovereign word. Restore thy trust, a glorious form: He must ascend to meet His Lord. 321. "The end of that man is peace." Psalm xxxvii. 37. L. M. 1 HOW blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly 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; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys: Nothing disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, How bright the unchanging morn appears! 5 Life's labour done, as sinks the clay, 322. "To die is gain." Phil. i. 21. P. M. 1 REJOICE for a brother deceased; A soul out of prison released, With songs let us follow his flight, And lodged in the Eden of love. 2 Our brother the haven hath gained, 3 There all the glad company meet, The mortal affliction is past. 323. 1 "We know that if our earthly house of this taber- WE know, by faith we know, This tabernacle, sink below In ruinous decay; We have a house above, Not made with mortal hands: And, firm as our Redeemer's love, 2 3 Oh, happy, happy place, Where saints and angels meet! There shall we see each other's face, And all our brethren greet: The church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest; And, crowned with endless joy, return Awhile in flesh disjoined, Our friends that went before, We soon in paradise shall find, And meet to part no more: The saints of ancient days, We shall with them sit down, Who fought the fight, and ran the race, And then received the crown. 324. "Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all gene rations." Psalm xc. 1. L. M. 1 THOU, Lord! through every changing scene, Hast to Thy saints a refuge been; 2 In Thee our fathers sought their rest; 3 So, when this pilgrimage is o'er, Y |