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5 The lids he fo feldom could clofe, By forrow forbidden to fleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose,
Have ftrangely forgotten to weep? The fountains can yield no fupplies;
Thefe hollows from water are free: The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never fhall fee.
6 To mourn and to fuffer is mine, While bound in a prifon I breathe, And ftill for deliverance pine,
And prefs to the iffues of death: What now with my tears I bedew,
O might I this moment become! My fpirit created anew,
My flesh be confign'd to the tomb!
REJOICE for a brother deceas'd,
Our lofs is his infinite gain;
And freed from its bodily chain;
And mount with his fpirit above,
And lodg'd in the Eden of love.
And left his companions behind;
Hard toiling to make the bleft shore, Where all is affurance and peace,
And forrow and fin are no more.
3 There all the fhip's company meet, Who fail'd with the Saviour beneath, With fhouring each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
2 All honour and praise
He fought his way through;
And lodg'd in Immanuel's breaft:
To heighten the triumph above,
And clafp'd in the arms of his love."
2 What fulness of rapture is there, While Jefus his glory difplays, And purples the heavenly air,
And fcatters the odours of grace? He looks and his fervants in light The bleffing ineffable meet; He fmiles and they faint at the fight, And fall overwhelm'd at his feet.
3 How happy the angels that fall
Who next from his dungeon fhall fly,
That fuddenly I fhould depart,
And whisper the call to my heart;
If foon thou woulaft have me remove,
HAPPY who in Jefus live,
But happier fill are they
'Tis better far to die.
2 Yet if fo thy will ordain
For our companions' good,
And meekly bear the load.
And harers of thy throne,
For PERSONS joined in FELLOWSHIP. 171
3 To thy wife and gracious will
JOINED IN FELLOWSHIP.
Jefu, thy difciples fee,
2 Thee we expect, our faithful Lord,
3 With us thou art affembled here,
Son of the living God appear,
4 Breathe on us, Lord, in this our day,
5 Whom now we feek, O may we meet,
Shew us thy bleeding hands and feet,