Our Conflicts here fhall foon be paft,
And you and I afcend at laft,
Triumphant with our Head.
That great myfterious DEITY
We foon with open Face fhall fee
The Beatific Sight
Shall fill the heav'nly Courts with Praife,
And wide diffufe the golden Blaze
Of everlasting Light!
ESU we hang upon the Word
Our longing Souls have heard from Thee,
Be mindful of thy Promife, LORD!
Thy Promise made to all, and me,
Thy Foll'wers who thy Steps purfue,
And dare believe that God is True.
Thou faidft I will the FATHER pray, T And He the PARACLETE fhall give,
Shall give him in your Hearts to ftay,
And never more his + Temples leave;
Myself will to my Orphans come, bond samfr
And make you mine Eternal Home.
Come then dear LORD! Thyfelf reveal,
And let the Promife now take Place!
* i. e. Comforter. † 1 Cor. vi. 19.
Be it according to thy Will,
According to the Word of Grace!
Thy forrowful Difciples chear,
And fend us down the COMFORTER wal IV.
He vifits now the troubled Breaft,
And oft relieves our fad Complaint,!!! But foon we lose the tranfient Guest, 2 But foon we droop again, and faint, of Repeat the melancholy Moan
"Our Joy is fled, our Comfort gone!"
Haften Him, LORD, into each Heart, T
Our fure infeparable Guide MA
O might we meet, and never party Ac
O might he in our Hearts abides
And keep his Houfe of Praise and Pray'r,
And reft, and reign for ever-There!
HYMN CXXXII.
FUNERAL HYMN.
On the Death of a Believer. T
H lovely Appearance of Death,
No Sight upon Earth is so fair;
Not all the gay Pageants that breathe,odl
Can with this dead Body compare;
With folemn Delight I furvey.
The Corpfe when the Spirit is fled,
In Love with the beautiful Clay,
And longing to lie in its Stead.
† Jer. xiv. 8. ↑ If. lvi. 7. Matt. xxi. 13. former Part, with 1 Cor. iii. 16.
How bleft is our Brother, bereft
Of all that could burthen his Mind
How eafy the Soul that hath left
This wearifonae Body behind!
Of Evil incapable thou,
Whofe Relicks with Envy I fee :.
No longer in Mifery now,
No longer a Sinner like me.
III.
This Earth is affected no more
With Sicknefs, or fhaken with Pain!
The War in the Members is o'er,
And never fhall vex him again :
No Anger henceforward, or Shame,
Shall redden this innocent Clay,
Extinct is the animal Flame,
And Paffion is vanifh'd away.
IV.
This languifhing Head is at Reft,
Its Thinking and Aching are o'er
This quiet immoveable Breaft
Is heav'd by Affliction no more
This Heart is no longer the Seat
Of Trouble and torturing Pain :
It ceafes to flutter and beat,
It never fhall flutter again.
The Lids he fo seldom could clofe,
By Sorrow forbidden to fleep,
Seal'd up in eternal Repofe,
Have ftrangely forgotten to weep:
The Fountains can yield no Supplies, vo
Thefe Hollows from Water are free h
The Tears are all wip'd from thefe Eyes,
And Evil they never fhall fee.*.
VI.
To mourn and to fuffer is mine,
While bound in a Prifon I breathe,
And ftill for Deliverance pine,
And prefs to the Iffues of Death;
What now with my Tears I bedew,
I wait the good Time to become,
My Spirit created anew,
My Flesh be confign'd to the Tomb!
TOSANNA to JESUS on high!
Another is enter'd his Reft,
Another is 'fcaped to the Sky,
And lodg'd in IMMANUEL's Breaft;
The Soul of our Brother is gone.
To heighten the Triumph above,
Exalted to JESUS's Throne,
Exalted by JEsus's Love!
II.
How happy the Angels that fall
Transported at JESUS's Name!
The Saints whom he fooneft shall call
To fhare in the † Feaft of the LAMB!
No longer prifon'd in Clay,
Who next from his Dungeon fhall flý→ Who firft fhail be fummon'd away? My merciful GOD-Is it I?!
O JESUS! if this be thy Will,
That fuddenly I fhould depart,
Thy Counsel of Mercy reveal,
And whisper, the Call to my Heart :
O give me a Signal to know,
If foon Thou wouldst have Me remove,
And leave the dull Body below,
And fly to the Regions of Love.
ND let this feeble Body fail,
And let it faint or die!
My Soul fhall quit the mournful Vale,
And foar to Worlds on high:
Shall join the difembody'd Samts,
And find its long-fought Reft,
That only Blifs for which it
In the REDEEMER'S Breaft.**
In hope of that immortal Crown,
I now the Crofs fuftain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And fmile at Toil and Pain :
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