My body with my charge lay down,

And cease at once to work and live. 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade,

And certified that thou art mine,
My spirit calın and undismay'd,

I shall into thy hands resign.
5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,

Shall damp when Jesu's presence cheers; My light, my life, iny God is come,

And glory in his face appears.

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Hymn 311. L. M.
And the flower thereof fulleth away. 1 Pet. i. 24.
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THE morning flowers display their sweets,

Apd gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide beats,

And fearless of the ev'ning cold. 2 Nip'd by the wind's unkindly blast,

· Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short-liy'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-tip'd beauties die away.

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5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With Justre 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,
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.

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,

And all that now in bodies live, Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears,

Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all before they hence remove,

May mansions for themselves prepare,
In that eternal house above :
And, my God, shall I be there?

Hymn 313. C. M.
There is but a step between me and death.

1 Sam. xx. 3.
CAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear;

Repent, tby end is nigh;
Death at the farthest can't be far;

0! think before thou die.
2 Reflect; thou hast a soul to sare;

Thy sins how high they mount !
What are thy hopes beyond the grave!

How stands that dark acecant?

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3. Death enters, and there's no desence,

His time there's none can tell; He'll in a moment call thee hence,

To heaven or down to hell. 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care,

Shall crawling worms consume; But ah ! destruction stops not there:

Sin kills beyond the tomb.
5 To-day, the gospel calls to-day;

Singers, it speaks to you,
Let every one forsake his way,

And mercy will ensue:
6 Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood;

How vile so'er he be;
Abundant pardon, peace with God;
All given entirely free.

Hymn 314. C. M.
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

Job xxx. 23. 1 NT ,

And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this bouse of clay,

And fly to unknown lands.
2 O could we die with those that die,

And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead.
3 Then should we see the saints above,

In our own glorious forms,
And wonder why our souls should love

To dwell with mortal worms.

4 We should almost forsake our clay,

Before the summons come,
And pray, and wish our souls away

Tn their eternal home.

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ON JUDGMENT. When the Son of man shall come, then shall be

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. 1

THEgreat archangel's trump shall sound; (While twice ten thousand thunders

roar;) Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,

And make the greedy sea restore. 2 The greedy sea shall yield her dead;

The earth no more her slain conceal; Sinners shall lift their guilty heads,

And shriuk to see a yawoing hell. 3 But we, who now our Lord confess,

And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesu's righteousness,

Stand as the Rock of ages sure. We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,

And mountains are on mountains horld,

Shall stand unmor'd amidst them all,

And smile to see a burning world. 5 See the celestial bodies roll,

In spires of smoke beneath our feet;
They shrivel as a parchment scroll;

The el'ments melt with fervent heat.

6 The earth, and all the works therein,

Dissolve, by raging flames destroy'd:
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.

Hymn 316. C. M.
The day of the Lord will come as a thief in the

night. 2 Pet. iii. 10. 1

THAT awful day will surely come,
When I must stand before iny Judge,

And pass the solemn test.
2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys,

Thou ruler of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice

Pronounce the sound, “depart." 3 The thunder of that awful word

Would so torment my ear, 'Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,

With most tormentiog fear. 4 What, to be banish'd from my Lord,

And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain,

And death for everfly!