One general ruin sweeps them down-
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;

e Hark! how the awful summons sounds, In every funeral knell !

3 Once you must die-and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh:

For know, that heaven or hell is hung,
On that important day!

4 Those eyes so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see;

And every word-and every thought-
Must pass his scrutiny.

-50 may I in the Judge behold

My Saviour and my Friend;

o And, far beyond the reach of death, With all his saints ascend.

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WHI

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 222. L. M. Islington. [*]
Desiring to depart and be with Christ. Phil. i. 23.
WHILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scenes on
either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay;
And longs to wing its flight away.
o 2 Come, ye angelic guardians, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
-Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own.
e 3 The blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at his feet;

o Raised in his arms to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace.
-4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I'll wait thy signal for my flight;
For, while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

DODDRIDGE,

HYMN 223. C. M. St. Paul's. [b *]

Death welcomed: Heaven anticipated.

1 AND let this feeble body fail,

And let it faint and die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vail,
And soar to worlds on high :-

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest.
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In the Redeemer's breast.

o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain ;

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.

4 1 suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

e 5 0, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes,

Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

o 6 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
o They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
-7 O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life and friends away;

But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

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HYMN 224. L. M.

Carthage. [b *]

Death of the Sinner and Saint.

WHA

HAT scenes of horror and of dread-
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night!

e 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.

3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest:

o Death strikes the blow-he groans and criesAnd, in despair and horror-dies.

SELECT.

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-4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss:
His soul is filled with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene,
No terrors in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
-6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last.

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FAWCETT.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ.
HY life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine;

Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line.

2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face;
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.

d 3"I take these little lambs," said he,
"And lay them in my breast;
"Protection they shall find in me—
"In me be ever blest.

4"Death may the bands of life unloose,
"But can't dissolve my love;

"Millions of infant souls compose

"The family above.

5 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise, "And mould with heavenly skill:

"I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, "And hands to do my will.'

o 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear,

And shout, with joys divine,

d Dear Saviour, all we have and are, Shall be forever thine.

STENNETT.

HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b *]

On the Death of Children. Isa. iv. 5.

IYE mourning saints, whose streaming tears

Flow o'er your children dead,

Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy, and reverence,

A heavenly Parent nigh.

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e 3 Though, your young branches torn away, Like withered trunks ye stand;

o With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touched by th' Almighty's hand.

d 4"I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;
"No name of daughters and of sons,
"Could yield so high a grace.

5 "Transient and vain is every hope
"A rising race can give;
"In endless honour and delight,

"My children all shall live."

-6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Through which thy face we see;

o And bless those wounds which, through our hearts

Prepare a way to thee.

DODDRIDGE

HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]

1 WH

Death of a Young Person.

HEN blooming youth is snatched away
By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed

e With awful power-I too must die— Sink deep in every breast.

e 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 heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

o 5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;

Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;

This only can prepare the heart

For death's surprising hour.

STEELE.

Zion. [*]

Death of Pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv. 13, 14.

1 TA

NAKE comfort, Christians, when your friends
In Jesus fall asleep;

Their better being never ends;
Then why dejected weep?
2 Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given?
Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heaven.
3 As Jesus died, and rose again,
Victorious from the dead;
o So his disciples rise and reign,
With their triumphant Head,

e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend;

g And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.

-5 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake;

o The graves shall yield their ancient charge;
And earth's foundation shake.

o 6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
-The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

7 A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore;

o Where death-divided friends, at last,
Shall meet to part no more.

HYMN 229. C. M.
C. M.

SCOTCH PAR.

St. Paul's. [b *]

The Christian's Farewell.

1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;

Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.