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z. Lo! the Prifoner is releaft,
Lighten'd of his Fleshly Load,
Where the Weary are at Rest
He is gather'd into GOD!.
Lo! the Pain of Life is past,

All his Warfare now is o're,
Death, and Hell behind are cast,

Grief and Suffering are no more.

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3. Yes, the Chriftian's Courfe is run,
Ended is the Glorious Strife,
Fought the Fight, the Work is done,
Death is fwallow'd of Life ;
Born by Angels on their Wings
Far from Earth the Spirit flies,
Finds his GOD, and fits and fings,
Triumphing in Paradise.

4. Join we then with one Accord
In the new, the joyful Song
Abfent from our loving LORD
We shall not continue long;
We fhall quit the Houfe of Clay,
We a better Lot fhall fhare,
We fhall fee the Realms of Day
Meet our Happy Brother there!

5. Let the World bewail their Dead,
Fondly of their Lofs complain;
Brother, Friend, by JESUS freed,
Death to Thee, to Us is Gain;
Thou art entred into Joy:

Let the Unbelievers mourn,
We in Songs our Lives employ,
Till we all to GoD return.

ANOTHER.

ANOTHER.

ARK! a Voice divides the Sky!

"H Happy are the Faithful Dead,.

In the LORD who sweetly die,

They from all their Toils are freed.
Them the Spirit hath declar'd
Bleft, unutterably bleft,
JESUS is their great Reward,
JESUS is their Endless Rest.

2. Follow'd by their Works they go Where their Head had gone before, Reconcil'd by Grace below;

Grace had open'd Mercy's Door: Iuftified thro' Faith alone,

Here they knew their Sins forgiven,
Here they laid their Burden down
Hallow'd, and made fit for Heaven.

3. Who can now lament the Lot
Of a Saint in Chrift deceas'd:
Let the World who know us not
Call us hopeless and unbless'd:
When from Flesh the Spirit freed
Haftens homeward to return,
Mortals cry A Man is Dead!
Angels fing A Child is born!

4. Born into the World above

They our happy. Brother greet,
Bear him to the Throne of Love,

Place him at the Saviour's Feet:
JESUS fmiles, and fays Well done,
Good and Faithful Servant Thou,
Enter, and receive thy Crown,
Reign with Me Triumphant now.

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5. Angels catch th' Approving Sound,
Bow, and bless the juft Award,
Hail the Heir with Glory crown'd
Now rejoicing with his LORD:
Fuller Joys ordain'd to know,
Waiting for the General Doom,
When th' Archangel's Trump fhall blow
"Rife ye Dead, to Judgment come.

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After the Funeral.

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OME, let us who in CHRIST believe,
With Saints and Angels join,

Glory, and Praise, and Bleffing give,
And Thanks to Love Divine.

2. Our Friend in fure and certain Hope Hath laid his Body down;

He knew that CHRIST fhall raise him up And give the Starry Crown.

3. To All who His Appearing Love
He opens Paradise,

And We fhall join the Hofts above,
And we shall grasp the Prize.

4. Then let us wait to fee the Day,
To hear the joyful Word,

To anfwer, Lo! we come away,
We die to meet our LORD.

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A Midnight HYMN.

EARKEN to the Solemn Voice,
The awful Midnight Cry,

Waiting Souls, rejoice, rejoice,
And fee the Bridegroom nigh:

Lo! He comes to keep His Word; Light and Joy His Looks impart, forth to meet your LORD,

Go ye

And meet Him in

your Heart:

2. Ye who faint beneath the Load
Of Sin, your Heads lift up,
See your dear, Redeeming GOD,
He comes, and bids you hope.
In the Midnight of your Grief,
JESUS doth His Mourners chear,
Now he brings you fure Relief:
Believe, and feel Him here.

3. Ye whofe Loins are girt ftand forth!
Whofe Lamps are burning bright,
Worthy in your Saviour's Worth,
To walk with CHRIST in Light:
JESUS bids your Hearts be clean,
Bids you All his Promise prove;
JESUS comes to caft out Sin,
And perfect you in Love.

4. Happiest Souls, (if fuch are here,)
Who have attain'd the Prize,
Wait ye till your LORD appear,
Defcending from the Skies:
Still forget the things behind,

Toward your Thrones of Glory press,

Stop not, till above ye find

The Crown of Righteousness.

5. Wait we all in patient Hope
Till CHRIST the Judge fhall come,
We fhall foon be All caught up
To meet the General Doom;
In an Hour to Us unknown

As a Thief in deepest Night,
CHRIST fhall fuddenly come down
With all His Saints in Light.

6. Happy He, whom CHRIST fhall find,
Watching to fee Him come,
Him the Judge of All Mankind
Shall bear triumphant home:
Who can answer to His Word?

Which of you dares meet His Day!
Rife,, and come to Judgment"-LORD
We rife, and come away!

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ANOTHER.

Fr Have we pafs'd the Guilty Night In Revellings and frantick Mirth, The Creature was our fole Delight, Our Happiness the Things of Earth; But O! fuffice the Seafon paft, We chufe the Better Part at last.

2. We will not clofe our wakeful Eyes,
We will not let our Eyelids fleep,
But humbly lift them to the Skies,
And all a folemn Vigil keep:
So many Nights on Sin beftow'd,
Can we not watch One Hour for GOD?

3. We can, dear JESU, for Thy fake,
Devote our Every Hour to Thee,
Speak but the Word, our Souls fhall wake
And fing with chearful Melody,

Thy Praife fhall our glad Tongues employ,
And Every Heart fhall dance for Joy.

4. Dear Object of our Faith, and Love,
We liften for Thy welcome Voice,
Our Perfons, and our Works approve
And bid us in Thy Strength rejoice,
Now let us hear the Midnight Cry,
And fhout to find the Bridegroom nigh.

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