Hymn. Change effected at the Resurrection. 1 THE morning flowers display their sweets, 2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline. 6. Let sickness blast, let death devour, Hymn. Victory over Death. FOR an overcoming faith 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure ; 4 Now to the GOD of victory Who makes us conq'rors while we die, Hymn. 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, 3 O! if my LORD would come and meet, 4 JESUS can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, Hymn. Prayer to die in peace. 1 SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, 2 Number'd among Thy people, I Expect with joy Thy face to see: I 3 O that without a ling'ring groan Hymu. Mourning for the Dead. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends? Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that JESUS sends To call them to His arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor would we wish the hours more slow 3 Why should we tremble to convey There the dear flesh of JESUS lay, 4 The graves of all His saints He bless'd, Hymn. Behold the Lord cometh. 1 WHAT were Sinai's awful wonders Lo, the Judge is on His way. 2 Lo, He comes! the LORD from heav'n; He who bore the cross below: All the pow'r to Him is giv'n, Ev'ry knee to Him shall bow. 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! Their's an everlasting rest. Hymn. Judgment. 1 AND will the Judge descend? 2 And must the dead arise? And not a single soul escape And from His righteous lips Shall such a sentence sound? And through the millions of the damn'd 3 'Depart from me, accurs'd, For rebel-angels first prepar'd, How will my heart endure The terrors of that day, When earth and heav'n before His face Astonish'd shrink away? |