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My body with my charge lay down,
4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,
Hymn 311. L. M.
And the flower thereof fulleth away. 1 Pet. i. 24.
As careless of the noontide heats,
2 Nip'd by the wind's unkindly blast,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows; Fairer than spring its colours shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose.
4 Or worn by slowly rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine: Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven will recompense our pains,
Hymn 312. L. M.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. Job vii. 6. ASS a few swiftly fleeting years,
Pand all that now in bodies live,
Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears,
And, O my God, shall I be there?
Hymn 313. C. M.
There is but a step between me and death1 Sam. xx. 3.
AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear;
Death at the farthest can't be far;
O! think before thou die.
2 Reflect; thou hast a soul to save;
Thy sins how high they mount!
3. Death enters, and there's no defence,
4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care,
5 To-day, the gospel calls to-day;
6 Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood;
Hymn 314. C. M.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, Job xxx. 23.
MY soul, come meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,
2 O could we die with those that die,
3 Then should we see the saints above,
And wonder why our souls should love
4 We should almost forsake our clay,
And pray, and wish our souls away
When the Son of man shall come, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory. Matt. xxv. 31. For we must all appear before the judgment-seat of Christ, that every one may receive the things done in his body. 2 Cor. v. 10.
Hymn 315. L. M.
With the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God. 1 Thess. iii. 16.
HE great archangel's trump shall sound;
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;
3 But we, who now our Lord confess,
We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
Shall stand unmov'd amidst them all,
5 See the celestial bodies roll,
In spires of smoke beneath our feet;
The el'ments melt with fervent heat.
6 The earth, and all the works therein,
Hymn 316. C. M.
The day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night. 2 Pet. iii. 10.
HAT awful day will surely come,
When I must stand before my Judge,
2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
3 The thunder of that awful word
4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord,
To linger in eternal pain,