Job xix. 25.

KNOW that my Redeemer lives,

He lives, and on the Earth fhall stand,

And tho' to Worms my Flesh he gives,

2.

My Duft lies number'd in His Hand.

In This Reanimated Clay

I furely fhall behold Him near,.
Shall fee Him at the Latter Day
In all His Majefty appear.

3.

I feel what then fhall raise me up,
Th' Eternal Spirit lives in me,
This is my Confidence of Hope
That GOD I Face to Face shall fee.

4.

Mine own and not Another's Eyes The King fhall in his Beauty view, I fhall from Him receive the Prize The Starry Crown to Victors due.

A Funeral HYMN.

(Ufed first for Mrs. ELIZABETH HOOPER.)

COME

OME, to the Houfe of Mourning come,
The House of ferious, folemn Joy,

Let us, till all are taken home,

Our Lives in Songs of Praife employ.

2. Accomplish'd is our Sifter's Strife,
Her happier Soul is gone before,
Her itruggle for Eternal Life,
Her Glorious Agony is o'er.

3. The Captive Exile is releas'd, Is with her LORD in Paradise, Of perfect Paradise poffeft,

And waiting for the Heavenly Prize:

4. In her no Spot of Sin remain'd,
To shake her Confidence in GoD,
The Victory here fhe more than gain'd,
Triumphant thro' her Saviour's Blood.

5. She now the Fight of Faith hath fought,
Finish'd and won the Christian Race,
She found on Earth the LORD fhe fought,
And now beholds Him Face to Face.

6. She died in fure and ftedfaft Hope, By JESUS wholly fanctified,

Her perfect Spirit she gave up,

7.

And funk into His Arms, and died.

Thus may we All our Parting Breath
Into the Saviour's Hands refign

O JESU! let me die Her Death,
And let Her Latter End be Mine!

1.

ANOTHER.

RAW near, ye Strangers to our God,
And taste with Us the Heavenly Powers,

O that His Love were fhed abroad!

O that your Hearts were all like Ours!

2. Come fee, how Chriftians wail their Dead!
Come share in our mysterious Blifs ;

On Satan, Sin, and Death to tread,
O! what an Happiness is This!

3. Though once Ye intermeddled not With the strange Madness of our Joys, Ye All may be to Eden brought,

And heighten our Triumphant Noise.

4. With Tears of Joy our Eyes o'reflow At parting with our dearest Friend, From Us we gladly let her go

5.

To Pleasures that fhall never end.

We know in whom we have believ'd,
Our Faith in JESUS is not vain ;
To All who have their LORD receiv'd
To live is CHRIST, to die is Gain.

6. Our Sifter's Flesh fhall turn to Duft,
Her Sacred Duft in Hope fhall fleep,
The Temple of the HOLY GHOST
The ftill-indwelling GOD fhall keep.

7. Triumphantly fhe laid it down

For Time to wafte, and Worms devour
In Weakness and Dishonour fown,
Till rais'd in Glory and in Power.

8. A Body natural it lies,

A lifeless Lump of mouldring Clay,
But Spiritual it foon shall raise,
No more to perish or decay.

This Corruptible Body foon
Shall all incorruptible be,
This Mortal quickly fhall put on
Its Robes of Immortality.

no. The terrible, All-conquering King
Shall then a final Period have:
ay then, O Death, where is thy Sting,
Where is thy Victory, O Grave?

11. The

11. The Sting of Death, our Sin is gone,
Scatter'd are all our guilty Fears;
Thanks be to GOD, thro' CHRIST alone,
Who makes us more than Conquerors.

12. GOD only doth the Victory give,
He fhall our Glorious Flesh restore,
His many Sons to Heaven receive,

1.

Where Time and Death fhall be no more.

ANOTHER

The iv. 13. &c.

ET the World lament their Dead,
As forrowing without Hope,

When a Friend of Ours is freed,
We chearfully look up,
Cannot murmur or complain,

For our Dead we cannot grieve,
Death to Them, to Us is Gain;
In JESUS We believe.

2. We believe, that CHRIST our Head
For Us refign'd His Breath,
He was numbred with the Dead,
And dying conquer'd Death;
Burft the Barriers of the Tomb:

Death could Him no longer keep,

He is the First-fruits become
Of Thofe in Him that sleep.

3. GOD, who Him to Life reftor'd,
Shall all His Members raise,
Bring them quicken'd with their LORD,
The Children of His Grace.

We who then on Earth remain,

Shall not fooner be brought home,

All the Dead fhall rife again

To meet the General Doom.

4. JESUS, faithful to His Word,
Shall with a Shout defcend,

All Heaven's Hoft their Glorious LORD
Shall pompously attend:

Chrift fhall come with dreadful Noife,
Lightnings fwift, and Thunders loud,
With the great Archangel's Voice,
And with the Trump of GOD.

5. First the Dead in Chrift fhall rife,
Then We who yet remain
Shall be caught up to the Skies,
And fee our LORD again;
We shall meet Him in the Air,
All rapt up to Heaven fhall be,
See, and love, and praise Him there,
To all Eternity.

6. Who can tell the Happiness
This Glorious Hope affords,
Joy unutter'd we poffefs

In these reviving Words;
Happy while on Earth we breathe,
Mightier Blifs ordain'd to know,
Trampling upon Sin and Death
To the Third Heaven we go.

ANOTHER.

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LESSING, Honour, Thanks, and Praise,
Pay we, gracious GoD, to Thee,

Thou in Thine, abundant Grace

Giveft us the Victory:
True and faithful to Thy Word
Thou haft glorified Thy Son,
JESUS CHRIST our dying LORD
He for Us the Fight hath won.