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Hyınn 305. L. M.
And shall eat your flesh as it were fire.
James v. 3. 1
N vain the wealthy mortals join,
Look dowu and scorn the humble poor,
And boast their lofty bills of gain. 2 Their goldin cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts and aching beads; Nor fright jior bribe approaching death,
From glittring roots and downy beds. 3 The ling'ring, the unwilling soul,
The disual suo mons must obey; And bid a long, a sad farewell,
To the pale lump of lifeless clay. 4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal thrones; Their boncs, without distinction, lie Amongst the heaps of meaner bones.
Hymn 306. P. M. Praise our God all ye his servants. Rev.xis. 5.
IFT your eyes of faith and see
What a ccmtless company
Stand before yon dazzling throne!
All in whitest rohes array'd;
Crowns of glory on their head.
2 Saints, begin the endless song,
Cry aloud in heavenly lays,
God the glorious Saviour praise;
He who reigns enthroud on bigh,
Let the morning stars reply.
Next the saints in glory they,
They their silent homage pay:
God and his Messiah fall!
Shout the Lamb ibat died for all!
Him let all our orders praise :
Saviour of the favour'd race!
Glory, wisdom, thanks, aud power,
Hymn 307. C. M.
hope. 1 Thess. iv. 13.
Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms,
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as tiune can move? Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb? There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
And soften'd every bed:
But with their dying Head?
And show'd our feet the way! Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day.
And bid our kindred rise ;
nations under ground: Ye saints ascend the skies.
Hymn 308. P. M. Therefore, are they before the throne of God,
and serve him day and night. Rev. vii. 15. 1
are these array'd in white,
Nearest the eternal throne?
Nobly for their Master stood:
Foll’wers of the dying God.
2 Out of great distress they came,
Wash'd their robes by faith below, In the blood of yonder Lamb,
Blood that wasbes white as snow: Therefore are they next the throne,
Serve their Maker day and night; God resides among his own,
God doth in his saints delight. 3 More than conquerors at last,
Here they find their trials o'er ; They have all their suff'rings past,
Hunger now and thirst no more: No excessive heat they feel
From the sun's directer ray ; In a milder clime they dwell,
Region of eternal day. 4 He that on the throne doth reign,
Shall their spirits always feed : With the tree of life sustain,
To the living fountains lead : He shall all their sorrows chase,
All their wapts at once remove, Wipe the tears from ev'ry face, Fill up every soal with love.
Hymn 309. C. M. And they have no rest day nor night, woho wor
ship the beast and his image. Rev. xiv. 11.' Myphoughts on awful subjects roll,
Upon a dying bed!
2 Ling'ring upon these mortal shorcs,
She makes a long delay;
Death sweeps the wretch away.
Dowo to the fiery coast; Ainongst abominable fiends,
Herself a frighted ghost.
And darkness makes their chains;
Yet wait for fiercer pains.
For their old guilt atones;
Shall hearken to their groans.
Hymn 310. L. M.
He gathered up his feet into the bed, and yielded
up the ghost. Gen. xlix. 33. HRINKING from the cold hand of death,
I soon shall gather up my feet;
And die-my father's God to meet,
Expect with joy thy face to see :
Jesus in death remember me! 30 that without a ling'ring groan,
I may thy welcome word receive!