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7 Lord, and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise ?
O may we lose our useless tongues
When they forget to praise.
8 Glory to God that reigns above,
That pity'd us forlorn;
We join to sing our Maker’s love,
For there *s a Saviour born ?
Hymn 202. L. M. Death of a Brother in Christ. Rev. xiv. 13.
1 How blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind!
How easy the soul that hath left
This wearisome body behind
This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er;
And never shall vex him again.
3 [This languishing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immoveable breast
Is heard by affliction no more.]
4 This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat—
It never shall flutter again.
5 The lids that he seldem could close,
By sorrows forbidden to sleep,
Seal’d up in the sweetest repose,
Have strangely forgotten to weep.
6 These fountains can yield no supplies,
These hollows from water are free ;
The tears are all wip'd from these eyes,
And evils they over shall see,
7 [To mourn and to suffer is mine ;
While bound in a prison I breathe;
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death.]
* Hymn 203. L. M. Death of a Sister in Christ. Rev. xiv. 18.
1 Tis finish’d the conflict is past,
The heav'n-born spirit is fled;
Her wish is accomplish'd at last,
And now she's entomb'd with the dead.
2 The months of affliction are o'er,
The days and the nights of distress+
We see her in anguish no more-- /
She's gain’d ho release,
3 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain,
Shall ever disquiet her now ;
For death to her spirit was gain,
Since Christ was her life when below.
4 Her soul has now taken its flight,
To mansions of glory above,
To mingle with angels of light,
And dwell in the kingdom of love,
5. The victory now is obtain’d ;
* She's gone her dear Saviour to see ;
Her wishes she fully has good.
She's now where she long’d for to be,
6 The coffin, the shroud, and the grave,
To her were no objects of dread;
On him who is mighty to save,
Her soul was with confidence stay’d.
7 Then let us forbear to complain, That she is now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.
Hymn 204, 8 lines L. M. -
[Tune, Warning Voice.]
'Twas the voice of my Jesus that spake,
When kindly he knock'd at my door,
I slept, but my heart was awake :—
Lord, help me to slumber no more.
How lovingly did he intreat,
Saying, open my sister, my dove ;
But not j his language so sweet,
My frozen affections could move.
! Come, open, my dove undefil’d,
Thy Saviour why thus dost thou slight t
My head with the dew is all fill’d,
My locks with the drops of the night.
The force of omnipotent love,
My soul though so languishing felt;
My bosom began then to move,
My frozen affections to melt.
I open'd, but oh! he was gone ;-
I fainted with sorrow and shame;
My hateful lukewarmness I own,
There is none but myself that I blame.
Young converts take warning by me;
Of spiritual sloth be aware;
And oh! when my Jesus you see, ,
Remember my case in your pray’r.
Methinks while my story I tell,
And mention my Jesus’ blest hame,
(My bosom's beginning to swell,)
It kindles my love to a flame.
There is something within me forebodes
My Jesus will see me again;
His chariot I hear on the road,
Return, blessed Jesus! Amen.
Hymn 205. 6 lines 8's.
[Tune, Wrestling Jacob.]
CoME, O thou traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see,
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee;
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unlose my hold :
Art thou the man who dy’d for me?.
The secres of thy love unfold.
Wrestling I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
What though my shrinking flesh complain,
And murmur to contend so long, I rise superior to my pain,
When I am weak, thea I am strong: And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-Man prevail.
Yield to me now—for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak,
Be conquer’d by my instant pray’r?
Speak, or thou never hence shall move,
And tell me if thy name be love.
'Tis love, ’tis love thou died for me: I hearthy whisper in my heart: The morning breaks, the shadows flee : Pure, universal love thou art: To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is love. 6 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay, and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature and thy"name is love.
[Tune, Reformation Hymn.]
Submission to Christ. 1 O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit, With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet; In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood; Thou art my Redeemer who brought me to God. 2 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest : My life and salvation, my joy and my rest Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song; Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my tongue. 3 O who's like my Saviour, he's Salem's bright King! He smiles and he loves me, and teaches to sing; I’ll praise him, I’ll praise him, with notes loud and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.
The Young Convert’s Invitation.
1 O, CARELEss sinners, come ;
Pray now attend,
This world is not your home,
It soon will end:
Jehovah calls aloud :
Forsake the thoughtless crowd,
Pursue the road to God,
And happy be.
2 How many calls you’ve had,
I call again,
How can you be so bad,
So full of sin,