This only can prepare the heart,"
For death's surprising hour.

558 C. M. Bath Chapel 26. Crowle 3.

STEELE,

Comfort for pious Parents bereaved of their Children,Isaiah Ivi. 4.

1 YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears Flow o'er your children dead,

Say not, in transports of despair,

That all your hopes are fled. of Tracy pits 2 While cleaving to that darling dust, In fond distress ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and reverence view Dadd
A heavenly parent nigh.

3 Tho' your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand !;
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by th' Almighty's hand.
4 I'll give the mourner, saith the LORD,
In my own house a place;

No names of daughters and of sons
Could yield so high a grace.

5 Transient and vain is every hope
A rising race can give ; an
In endless honour and delight
My children all shall live.

6 We welcome, LORD! those rising tears,

Thro' which thy face we see, 6 all-of And bless those wounds, which thro', our hearts Prepare a way for thee.

DR. DODDRIDGE.

559 L. M. Angel's Hymn 60. Dresden 178.

The Death of the Sinner and the Saint.

1 WHAT scenes of horror and of dread
Await the sinner's dying bed!

Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night.

2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;

Mount Sinai's thunder stuns his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.
3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns, he finds no rest :**
Death strikes the blow: he groans and cries,
And, in despair and horror, dies.

4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss ;-;
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace
A steady faith subdues his fear!
He sees the happy Canaan near.
5 His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrors in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
6 LORD! make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And, when the toils of life are past,

May I be found in peace at last. DR. FAWCETT,

560 104th. Hanover 130. Old Hund. & Fourth 148.

On the Death of a Believer.

1 ["TIS finish'd, 'tis done! the spirit is fled; Our brother is gone, the Christian is dead;

The Christian is living in JESUS's love, And gladly receiving a kingdom above.' 2 All honour and praise are JESUS's due! Supported by grace, he fought his way thro': Triumphantly glorious, thro' JESUS's zeal, And more than victorious, o'er sin, death and hell.] 3 *Then let us record the conquering name, Our Captain and LORD with shoutings proclaim: Who trust in his passion, and follow their head, To certain salvation shall surely be led. 4 O JESUS! lead on thy militant care,

And give us the crown of righteousness there,

• If the last three verses of this Hymn be sung alone, then begin verse the third thus

Now let us record the conquering name, a

Where dazzled with glory, the seraphim gaze, Or prostrate adore thee in silence of praise. 5 Within us display thy love, when we die, And bear us away to mansions on high : The kingdom be given of glory divine, And crown us in heaven eternally thine.

561 S. M. Broderip's 252. Ryland 48.
Preparations for Death, Matt. xxiv, 45.

1 PREPARE me, gracious GOD!
To stand before thy face!

2

Thy Spirit must the work perform,
For it is all of grace.

In CHRIST'S obedience clothe,
And wash me in his blood;
So shall I lift my head with joy,
Among the sons of God.

3 Do thou my sins subdue,

4

Thy sov'reign love make known,
The spirit of my mind renew,

And save me in thy Son.

Let me attest thy power,
Let me thy goodness prove,

Till my full soul can hold no more

Of everlasting love.

*

TOPLADY'S COLL.

562 C. M. Carolina 13. Worksop 31. Departed Saints asleep, Mark v. 39. 1 Thes. iv. 18. WHY flow these torrents of distress? (The gentle Saviour cries ;)

Why are my sleeping saints survey'd
With unbelieving eyes?

2 Death's feeble arm shall never boast
A friend of CHRIST is slain,

Nor o'er their meaner part in dust,
A lasting power retain.

SI come, on wings of love,-I come,
The slumb'rers to awake;

My voice shall reach the deepest tomb,
And all its bonds shall break.

4 Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise ;They rise to sleep no more,

But rob'dein light, and crown'd with joy,
To endless day they soar..

5 JESUS!

And tho' fond nature weep,
Grace learns to hail the pious dead,
And emulate their sleep.

ur faith receives thy word;

6 Our willing souls thy summons wait,
With them to rest and praise;
So let thy much-lov'd presence cheer
These separating days.

DR. DODDRIDGE.

563 C. M. Abridge 201. Charmouth 28. Submission under bereaving Providences, Psalm xlvi, 10.

1 PEACE! 'tis the LORD Jehovah's hand That blasts our joys in death,

Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back the breath.
2 'Tis he--the potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,→→

Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;

Yet scatters, with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.-

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4 Our Covenant GOD and Father he
In CHRIST our bleeding LORD;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Fair garlands of immortal bliss

He weaves for every brow;

And shall rebellious passions rise,
When he corrects us now?

6 Silent we own Jehovah's name, is pr
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life
AndTo thy supreme command.
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tengil DR. DODDRIDGE.

564 L.M. Ulverston 179. Fawcett 184. Satisfaction in God under the Loss of dear Friends. 1 THE GOD of Love will sure indulge The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, When righteous persons fall around, When tender friends and kindred dies 2 Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought Should with our mourning passions blend; -Nor would our bleeding hearts forget Th' almighty, ever-living friend.

3.

Beneath a num'rous train of ills,
.91 Our feeble flesh and heart may fail;
Yet shall our hope in thee, O GOD!
O'er ev'ry gloomy fear prevail. e
4 Parent and husband, guard and guide!
Thou art each tender name in oner
On thee we cast our ev'ry care,
And comfort seek from thee alone.
5 Our Father God! to thee we look,
Our rock, our portion, and our friend,
And on thy covenant love and truth:
Our sinking souls shall still depend.

565 C. M. Windsor 247. Ellenborough 170. Death and Judgment appointed for all, Heb. ix. 27.

1 HEAVEN has confirm'd the great decree,
That Adam's race must die;
One general ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey"
Where you must quickly dwell;
Hark! how the awful summons sounds
In every funeral knell!