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Change effected at the Resurrection.
| THE morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The short-liy'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth it's pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin-rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Safe from diseases and decline.
6. Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains ! Perish the
grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains !
Victory over Death. 1 O FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
And all his frightful powers!
My quivering lips should sing, •Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?
And where the monster's sting ? 3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure ;
Death hath no sting beside :
But Christ my ransom died. 4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
Through CHRIST our living head.
Wymn. Christ's presence makes Death easy. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 0 ! if my LORD would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
life out sweetly there.
Prayer to die in peace. i SHRINKING from the cold' hand of death,
I too shall gather up my feét;
And die, my fathers' God to meet. 2 Number'd among Thy people, I
Expect with joy Thy face to see:
Jesus, in death, remember me! 3 O that without a ling'ring groan
the welcome word receive ! My body with my charge lay down,
And cease at once to work and live!
Mourning for the Dead. 1 Why do we mourn departing friends?
Or shake at death's alarmis? 'Tis but the voice that JESUS sends
To call them to His arms.
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move ? Nor would we wish the hours more slow
To keep us from our love.
3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb ?
And left a sweet perfume.
4 The graves of all His saints He bless'd,
And soften'd ev'ry bed : Where should the dying members rest
But with the dying Head?
1 WHAT were Sinai's awful wonders
To the wonders of that day?
Come to judgment !
2 Lo, He comes! the LORD from heav'n;
He who bore the cross below:
Great His glory!
3 See the nations all assembling
Stand before the SAVIOUR's throne; Thousands at His presence trembling; Hope extinguish d, pleasure gone;
Calling, seeking For relief, and finding none. 4. But His people, they who knew Him,
And on earth His Name confess’d, These the SAVIOUR welcomes to Him; These He makes supremely blest:
Sweet their portion !
1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes?
Shall such a sentence sound?
Spread black despair around? 3 Depart from me, aecurs'd,
• To everlasting flame,
mercy never came.'
The terrors of that day,
Astonish'd shrink away?