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Quit, О quit this mortal frame;
And let me languish into life!
“ Sister spirit, come away!"
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears;Heaven opens on my eyes!- my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
O death! where is thy sting?
P.M.- For a Believer departing.
All thy mourning days below;
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Reaches out the crown of love.
To thy dear Redeemer's breast:
To his everlasting rest:
For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain,
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How gently heaves the' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys; Nothing disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright the' unchanging morn appears;
Farewell! inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, “ How blest the righteous when he dies.”
The moment after death;
When yielding up their breath.
We scarce can say “ They're gone!" Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in her fight;
Which hides the world of light.
They are completely blest;
And with their Saviour rest.
His face they always view;
That we may praise him too.
Should make their memory dear; And, Lord, do thou the prayers fulfil
They offer'd for us here.
We miss them day by day;
And wipe our tears away.
When great Elijah went;
To us, who stay, be sent.
P.M.- 'The Antepast of Heaven. 1 WHAT must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, Since the sweet earnest of his love
O’erwhelms us on these dreary plains! No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign! 2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our hearts no more, How shall we view the Prince of Light,
And all his works of grace explore!
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there, through endless ages shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
I mount to my celestial seat,
477. C.M.- The promised Land. Isa. xxxiii. 17. 1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
But half its charms explore,
And dwell on earth no more!
And grief no more complains;
And endless pleasure reigns!
For ever bright and fair!
Can never enter there.
Nor sun's faint sickly ray;
Spreads everlasting day.
Our hearts with ardent love,
every thought above.
7 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, ,
For thy bright courts on high; Then bid our spirits rise and join The chorus of the sky.
And triumph o'er the just;
Lies mingled with the dust? 2 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The trumpet shakes the ground.
And lo! the graves obey,
Salute the expected day.
Rise to the midway air,
And low adore him there.
Among them cloth'd in white! The meanest place at his right hand Is infinite delight.
479. P.M.- The Redeemed in Heaven. Rev, vii. 9-17. 1 WHAT are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng,
Hymning one triumphant song:
“ Blessing, honour, glory, power, " Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
“ New dominion every hour.”