2 Come, see how Christians wail their dead; 3 Though once ye intermeddled not With the strange madness of our joys, Ye all may be to Eden brought, And heighten our triumphant noise. 4 With tears of joy our eyes o'erflow, At parting with our dearest friend; From us we gladly let her go To pleasures that shall never end. 5 We know in whom we have believed, 6 Our sister's flesh shall turn to dust, Her sacred dust in hope shall sleep, The temple of the Holy Ghost The still indwelling God shall keep. 7 Triumphantly she laid it down, For time to waste, and worms devour; 8 A body natural it lies, A lifeless lump of mouldering clay; But spiritual it soon shall rise, No more to perish or decay. 9 This corruptible body soon 10 The terrible, all-conquering king II The sting of death, our sin, is gone, 12 God only doth the victory give; He shall our glorious flesh restore, His many sons to heaven receive, ANOTHER. I Thessalonians iv. 13, &c. I LET the world lament their dead, For our dead we cannot grieve; 2 We believe that Christ our Head Burst the barriers of the tomb; Death could Him no longer keep: He is the Firstfruits become Of those in Him that sleep. 3 God, who Him to life restored, Shall not sooner be brought home; To meet the general doom. 4 Jesus, faithful to His word, Shall with a shout descend; All heaven's host their glorious Lord Christ shall come with dreadful noise, With the great archangel's voice, 5 First the dead in Christ shall rise; We shall meet Him in the air, All wrapt up to heaven shall be, Find, and love, and praise Him there To all eternity. 6 Who can tell the happiness This glorious hope affords ! Joy unutter'd we possess Happy while on earth we breathe, Mightier bliss ordain'd to know, Trampling down sin, hell, and death, To the third heaven we go. ANOTHER. I BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise, He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo! the prisoner is released; All his warfare now is o'er, Grief and suffering are no more. 3 Yes, the Christian's course is run, Borne by angels on their wings, 4 Join we then with one accord In the new, the joyful song; We shall not continue long : Meet our happy brother there ! 5 Let the world bewail their dead, Let the unbelievers mourn, ANOTHER. I HARK, a voice divides the sky! In the Lord who sweetly die, They from all their toils are freed. Them the Spirit hath declared Blest, unutterably blest; 2 Follow'd by their works they go Where their Head had gone before, Reconciled by grace below; Grace had open'd mercy's door: |