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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!
2 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.
The lids that he seldom 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 never 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 her happy 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,
The victory now is obtain'd;
She's gone her dear Saviour to see;
Her wishes she fully has gain'd
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 d;
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.]

Penitent Backslider.

1 '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 all his language so sweet,
My frozen affections could move.
2 Come, open, my dove undefil'd,
Thy Saviour why thus dost thou slight f
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.

3 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.

4 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.]

Wrestling Jacob.

1 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. 2 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. 3 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long, I rise superior to my pain,

When I am weak, then I am strong:
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with the God-Man prevail.
4 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.

5 'Tis love, 'tis love! thou died for me:
I hear thy 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,

HYMN 206-207.

But stay, and love me to the end;
Thy mercies never shall remove,
Thy nature and thy name is love.

Hymn 206. 11's.

[Tune, Reformation Hymn.]
Submission to Christ.

165

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.

Hymn 207. 8 lines 6. 4.

The Young Convert's Invitation.
[Tune, Invitation.J

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,

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