3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour!
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;

Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

50 let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose pow'rful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

HYMN 166. L. M.

The death of the righteous.

H

ow bless'd the righteous when he dies, When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast.

2 So fades a summer cloud away,

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er ;
So gently shuts the eve of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life, nor death destroys ;
Nothing disturbs that peace profound
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes, and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright th' unchanging morn appears, Farewell, inconstant world, farewell.

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies;
While heav'n and earth combine to say,
How bless'd the righteous when he dies.

The Resurrection and Judgment.

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HYMN 167. L. M.

Hope in the resurrection.

NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;

And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son
Pass'd thro' the grave, and blest the bed;
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth! his sov'reign word }

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Restore thy trust-a glorious form-
Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord.

HYMN 168. C. M.

Prospect of the resurrection.

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HRO' sorrow's night and danger's path,
Amid the deep'ning gloom,

We, soldiers of an injur'd King,
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There when the turmoil is no more,
And all our pow'rs decay,
Our cold remains, in solitude,
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,

The storms of life shall beat.

4 These ashes poor, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise, and break
The long and dreary sleep.

5 Then love's soft dew o'er ev'ry eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,

And the long silent dust shall burst.
With shouts of endless praise.
HYMN 169. L. M.

Christ's coming to Judgment.

1HE Lord shall come, the earth shall

quake,

The mountains to their centre shake;

And with'ring from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.
2 The Lord shall come, but not the same,
As once in lowliness he came ;
A silent lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.

3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,
With rainbow wreath, and robes of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed judge of all mankind.

4 Can this be He, who wont to stray,
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
Oppress'd by pow'r, and mock'd by pride,
The Nazarene, the crucified ?

5 While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks hide us, mountains on us fall !"
The saints ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing, "the Lord is come."

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Heaven.

HYMN 170. P M. 11.

The Christian's Sweet Home.

'MID

ID scenes of confusion and creature complaints,

How sweet to my soul is communion with

saints;

To find at the banquet of mercy there's

room,

And feel in the presence of Jesus at home

CHORUS.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of

peace!

And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease!

Though oft from thy presence in sadness I

roam,

I long to behold thee, in glory at home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee;

Though now my temptations like billows may foam,

All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O give me submission and strength as my

day;

In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace, The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy

face;

Indulge me with patience to wait at thy throne,

And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.