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Cor. xv. IVhat is sown in Corruption, is, &c.
CONS of God by blest Adoption,
Jesus thy rich Consolations,
HYMN CCXVII I.
"OEhold! our Brother's happy Soul
All Tears are wiped from his Eyes,
And he from Sin releas'd: Caught up to God above the Skies,
W here weary'd Spirits rest.
Soon shall this Body glorious rife,
Be number'd with the Just and Wise,
Teach us, Almighty God, and true,
Our feeble Age to fee;
And how to follow thee.
Prepare us for the solemn Day,
And when our Souls are forc'd away,
Life and Eternity.
TH E E we adore eternal Name,
Our wasting Lives grow shorter stilj,
As Months and Days increase: And ev'ry beating Pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
The Year rolls round, and steals away
The Breath, that first it gave: Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're traveling to the Grave.
K 2 Dangers Dangers stand thick thro' all the Ground,
To push us to the Tomb:
To hurry Mortals Home.
Great God! on what a slender Thread
Hang everlasting things; Th'eternal state of all the Dead,
Upon Life's feeble strings.
Infinite Joys, and endless Woe,
Attend on every Breath:
Upon the brink of Death!
Waken, O Lord, our drowsy Sense,
And if our Souls are hurry'd hence,
Right dear in the Almighty's Sight
How blest are they whose Work is done!
Who hear the Saviour's Word; "Enter my Joy, and share my Throne,
*l And banquet with thy Lord."
Bless'd Bless'd with the Spirits are the Dead,
Who from their Labours rest:
And wake in Jesu's Breast.
No more let Tears our Eyes o'erflow,
Nor Grief our Spirits move;
To join his Friends above.
The great Assize is near at Hand,
We there must all appear,
Or tremble at his Bar.
Master, go on, to bring again
Thy Sheep from every Land:
To reign at thy right Hand.
Hasten thy Kingdom! let the Days
of sinful Fleffi be few: We long to dwell in endless Praise,
And bid to Time adieu.
JET God be prais'd, our Brother's gone,
K 3 No No Foe stall interrupt his Rest,
No Enemy disturb his Peace,
He, dead in Christ, with him is blest,
Partaker in his Happiness:
Nor Wrongs, nor Griefs, nor Pains, nor Strife,
Shall rob him of eternal Life.
Almighty King, whose pow'rful Word,
Where Hope we this thy Servant's gone;
JESUS come! our dearest Jesus,
Many a Soul is lodg'd before us,