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HASTINGS. 4 Let me hear thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;

JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding O'er the spoils that death has won, We would at this solemn meeting, Calmly say,-thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone;

Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord,-thy will be done.

3 Tho' to-day we 're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-thy will be done.
4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore, thy will be done!

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Luke 24: 29. MRS. C. S. SMITH.
TARRY with me, O my Saviour!
For the day is passing by;
See the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?
3 Lonely seems the vale of shadow;

Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Give me faith for clearer vision,
Speak thou, Lord, in words of cheer.

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CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain and death, and night and anguish
Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying

Lonely thro' night's deepening shade
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head.

3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never, never die.

4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

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HORNE. 2 Ready to be freed from sorrow,

SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound :-
2 "Sons of Adam, once in Eden,
When like him, ye blighted fell,
Hear the lesson we are reading,
'Tis alas! the truth we tell.

3 "Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.

4 "Though as yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let no cloudless skies deceive you, Summer gives to autumn place.

5 Yearly in our course appearing,

Messengers of shortest stay,
Thus we preach in mortal hearing—
Ye, like us, shall pass away."

6 On the tree of life eternal,

Oh, let all our hopes be laid!
This alone, forever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

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READY now to spread my pinions,
Glad to wing my flight away
From the gloom that hovers round me,
To the realms of endless day.

Tears and partings, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion;
Life is dear, but death is gain.
3 Ready with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of light to be;
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing joy and victory.

4 As the bird with warbling music
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,-

5 So the dying saint, departing,

Joyful takes his heavenward way; Life, and time, and gladness blending In the light of perfect day.

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gression,

His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who

hath purchased our pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan!

2 Ye souls that are wounded! oh, flee to the Saviour!

He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor; Your sins are increasing, escape to the mountain

His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 30 Jesus ride onward, triumphantly glorious!

O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious;

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Thy name is the theme of the great congregation,

While angels and men raise the shout of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.

With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more;

We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river,

And sing of salvation forever and ever! Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.

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POMEROY. 7s & 6s.

1. No, no, it is not dying To go un-to our God; This gloomy earth forsak-ing,

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Our journey homeward taking, Along the starry road, Along the starry road.

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GELLERT. 1226 P.M. 2 Cor. 5: 4.

Can thy terrors, Death, appall me;
Jesus lives! and well I know,

From the dead he will recall me ;
Better life will then commence,
This shall be my confidence.

2 Jesus lives! to him the throne
Over all the world is given;

I shall where he is gone,

go

Live and reign with him in heaven: God is pledged; weak doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence.

3 Jesus lives! I know full well,

Naught from him my heart can sever; Life nor death, nor powers of hell,

Joy nor grief, henceforth, forever: God will power and grace dispense, This shall be my confidence.

4 Jesus lives! henceforth is death Entrance into life immortal; Calmly I can yield my breath, Fearless tread the frowning portal ; Lord, when faileth flesh and sense, Thou wilt be my confidence!

1225 89 & 45. Job 3:17.

POPE

VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying—
Oh, the pain!-the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life!

2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,
"Sister spirit, come away;"
What is this absorbs me quite ?—
Steals my senses, shuts
my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath-
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes-it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes!-my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
"O Grave! where is thy victory!
O Death! where is thy sting?"

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MONTGOMERY. 2 Nearer my Father's house,

THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

2 The storm that racks the wintry sky
No more disturbs their deep repose
Than summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.

3 I long to lay this painful head

And aching heart beneath the soil; To slumber, in that dreamless bed, From all my toil.

The soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day.

5 The sun is but a spark of fire,

A transient meteor in the sky: The soul, immortal as its Sire, Shall never die.

Where the many mansions be; Nearer the great white throne; Nearer the crystal sea ;—

3 Nearer the bound of life,

CAREY.

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