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271 WHEN, O my Saviour, shall it be
That I no more shall break with Thee? When shall the strife of passions cease,
When shall my soul enjoy Thy peace ?
A garden seal'd to all but Thee?
But live and grow for Thee alone.
Now I revive, and now am slain ;
That pierced before my heedless heart,
To languish into life at last;
272 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
A contrite heart or no?
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
To love Thee, if I could
Averse to all that's good.
4 O make this heart rejoice or ache!
Decide this doubt for me ;
And heal it, if it be.
DEATH.-HEAVEN.-ETERNITY. 273 WHEN the bell with solemn toll
Speaks a new departed soul,
"(Mortal too) prepar'd to die?"
Soon to God my soul must go;
Fixing my eternal home.
face to dwell
Where I may be safe with Thee :
Cleanse my soul, my sins forgive.
Though the tolling bell I hear :
Should the thought alarming be.
Soon to hear my Saviour's voice;
274 GREAT God, on what a slender thread
Hang everlasting things :
Upon life's feeble strings.
Attends on ev'ry breath ;
Upon the brink of death :
To walk this dang’rous road :
May they be found with God.
275 FATHER, when Thy child is dying,
On the bed of anguish lying,
To me Thy love display.
Grant some bright and cheering token
“ Thy sins are wash'd away."
Death's dark shade o'er all is stealing,
Únfold eternal day.
And withdrawn the hand that prest me,
Calling my soul away,
5 When my soul, no path discovering,
O'er my lifeless form is hovering,
Be Thou Thyself my way!
276 THO' in the earth I lay my head,
Yet gracious God, Thou wilt not leave Thy saints for ever with the dead,
Nor lose their bodies in the grave.
Spring from the dust and mount on high;
Up to thy Throne above the sky.
And full discov'ries of Thy grace,
277 IT is the Lord,— beneath his hand
How soon our feeble strength decays;
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
This thought our sorrows should assuage,
And lives the same through ev'ry age.
And with Him on his Throne shall reign ;
278 IN vain the fancy strives to paint
The moment after death;
When he resigns his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can utter, “ Gone,”
Its station near the Throne.
3 Thus much (and this is all) we know
He shall with Jesus rest:
And is completely blest.
WE'VE no abiding city here :”
Who hopes a better rest to find.
2 “We've no abiding city here:"
Sad truth, were this to be our home; But (let the thought our spirits cheer)
We seek a city yet to come.
3 “We've no abiding city here:"
Then let us live as pilgrims do;
But let us haste from all below,