8 Oh, may that night be ne'er forgot! Lord, still increase thy praying few! Were Olney left without a Lot,

Ruin like Sodom's would ensue.

LXX. A Welcome to Christian Friends.

1 KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, A hearty welcome here receive May we together now partake,

The joys which only he can give!

2 To you and us by grace 'tis giv'n

To know the Saviour's precious name; And shortly we shall meet in heav'n,

Our hope, our way, our end, the same.

3 May he, by whose kind care we meet, Send his good Spirit from above, Make our communications sweet,

And cause our hearts to burn with love!

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme,

When Christians see each other thus ; We only wish to speak of him,

Who liv'd, and dy'd, and reigns for us.

5 We'll talk of all he did and said,
And suffer'd for us here below;
The path he mark'd for us to tread,
And what he's doing for us now.

6 Thus, as the moments pass away,
We'll love, and wonder, and adore;
And hasten on the glorious day,

When we shall meet to part no more.

LXXI. At Parting.

1 As the sun's enliv'ning eye

Shines on ev'ry place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh

To the souls that love his name.

2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way; He is ever with them all,

Those who go, and those who stay.

3 From his holy mercy-seat

Nothing can their souls confine;
Still in spirit they may meet,
And in sweet communion join.

4 For a season call'd to part,

Let us then ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.

5 Jesus, hear our humble pray'r! Tender Shepherd of thy sheep!

Let thy mercy and thy care

All our souls in safety keep.

6 In thy strength may we be strong,
Sweeten ev'ry cross and pain;
Give us, if we live, ere long,
Here to meet in peace again.

7 Then, if thou thy help afford,
Ebenezers shall be rear'd;

And our souls shall praise the Lord,
Who our poor petitions heard.
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VOL. III.

FUNERAL HYMNS.

LXXII. On the Death of a Believer.

1 IN vain my fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,

The glories that surround the saints,
When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks;
We scarce can say, "They're gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in her flight:
No eye can pierce within the vail
Which hides that world of light.

4 Thus much, (and this is all,) we know, They are completely blest;

Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
And with their Saviour rest.

5 On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view:
Then let us follow'rs be of them,
That we may praise him too.

6 Their faith and patience, love and zeal,
Should make their mem'ry dear;
And, Lord, do thou the pray'rs fulfil
They offer'd for us here!

7 While they have gain'd, we losers are,
We miss them day by day;

But thou canst ev'ry breach repair,
And wipe our tears away.

8 We

pray,

as in Elisha's case,
When great Elijah went,

May double portions of thy grace,
To us who stay, be sent.

LXXIII. C. On the Death of a Minister.

1 His master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;

And, in desponding accents said,
"Ah, what must Israel do!"

2 But he forgot the Lord who lifts
The beggar to the throne;
Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts
Will soon be made his own.

3 What! when a Paul has run his course; Or when Apollos dies,

Is Israel left without resource,
And have we no supplies?

4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.

LXXIV. The tolling Bell.

1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd, to die?"

2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.

3 Then leaving all I lov❜d below, To God's tribunal I must go;

Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate, And fix my everlasting state.

4 But could I bear to hear him say,

Depart, accursed, far away!

"With Satan, in the lowest hell,
"Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell."

5 Lord Jesus, help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and let me live.

6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

Rather, my spirit would rejoice,
And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heav'n, if thou art mine.

LXXV. Hope beyond the Grave.

1 My soul, this curious house of clay,
Thy present frail abode,

Must quickly fall to worms a prey,
And thou return to God.

2 Canst thou, by faith, survey with joy. The change before it come?

And

say, "Let death this house destroy, "I have a heav'nly home!"