What now with my tears I bedew,
O might I this moment become;
My spirit created anew,

My flesh be confign'd to the tomb !

HYMN

341.

ANOTHER.

H

OSSANNA to JESUS on high!
Another has enter'd his reft;
Another has 'fcap'd to the sky,
And lodg'd in IMMANUEL's breast:
The foul of our brother is gone
To heighten the triumph above;
Exalted to JESUS's throne!

Exalted by JESUS's love!

2 How happy the angels that fall
Transported at JESUS's name!
The faints, whom he fooneft fhall call,
To fhare in the feaft of the Lamb!
No longer imprison'd in clay,

Who next from this dungeon fhall fly?
Who first shall be fummon'd away?
My merciful God !—Is it I?

3 O JESUS, if this be thy will,
That fuddenly I fhould depart,
Thy counfel of mercy reveal,
And whisper the call to my heart:

4 O give me a fignal to know

If foon thou wou'd'ft have me remove, And leave the dull body below,

And fly to the regions of love.

I

ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG PERSON.

WHEN
HEN blooming youth is fnatch'd

away

By death's refiftless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rifing figh,
O may this truth, impreft

3

With awful pow'r-I too muft die-
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

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

It bids us feize the prefent hour,
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene,
May ev'ry heart obey;

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

5 O let us fly, to Jesus fly,

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

6 Great God, thy fov'reign grace impart,
With cleanfing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's furprifing hour.

I

HYMN 343.

REMEMBERING OUR LATTER END.

N°

ow in the heat of youthful blood, Remember your Creator, GOD; Behold, the months come haft'ning on, When you shall fay, My joys are gone. 2 Behold, the aged finner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead With endlefs curfes on his head.

3

The dust returns to dust again;
The foul in agonies of pain.

Afcends to GOD; not there to dwell,
But hears her doom and finks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name;
Teach me to know how frail I am;
And when my foul muft hence remove,
Give me a manfion in thy love.

A

HYMN 344.

ANOTHER.

ND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint or die:

My foul fhall quit the mournful vale,
And foar to worlds on high:
Shall join the difembody'd faints,

And find its long-fought reft,
That only blifs for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breaft.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,

And gladly wander up and down,
And fmile at toil and pain:
I fuffer on my threefcore years,
Till my deliv'rer come,

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

3. O what hath JESUS bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes.

Rivers of life divine I fee,
And trees of Paradife:
I fee a world of fpirits bright,
Who tafte the pleasures there; I
They all are rob'd in spotlefs white,
And conqu❜ring palms they bear.

4 O what are all my fuff'rings here,
If, LORD, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd hoft t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

I

Give joy or grief, give eafe or pain,
Take life and friends away!
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day!

HYMN 345.

t LIFE AND ETERNITY,

THEE

HEE we adore, eternal Name;
And humbly own to thee
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be !

2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill,
As months and days increafe,
And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell,
Leaves one the number lefs.

3. The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav❜ling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.