DEATH OF A CHILD. 150. I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God? Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns: 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul 150. Death of a Child. Dundee. 1 T is Jesus speaks! I fold, says he, 2 Death may the bands of life unloose, 3 Their feeble frames my power shall raise, I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 4 His words the happy parents hear, "O Saviour! all we have and are Shall be forever thine." C. M. 151, 152. DEATH OF A FELLOW PUPIL. 151. 152. Death of a Pious Child. 1 WHEN sickness, pain, and death How sweetly then departs the breath! 2 It gently sinks to rest, Upon its mother's tender breast, 3 The spirit is not dead, Though low the body lies; 4 That death is but a sleep Death of a Fellow Pupil. S. M. C. M. 1 DEATH has been here, and borne away Just in the morning of his day, 2 Not long ago, he filled his place, But he has run his mortal race, 153. DEATH OF A MOTHER. 3 Perhaps our time may be as short, O Lord, impress the solemn thought, 4 All needful strength is thine to give ; For grace to teach us how to live, Death of a Mother. Wells. 1 THE bosom where I oft have lain, 2 How many were the silent prayers 153 L. M. She felt, when none but God could see. 3 Now she is gone, and high in heaven 4 O let me think of all she said, And all the kind advice she 5 And let me choose the path she chose, 154. The Grave. H. M. 1 THERE is a grassy bed, 2 O if, on yonder side, A hand of dazzling flame And write that young one's name, 3 With earnest hope and fear, As he spent none before; 4 Well, let the name be mine, This thoughtless heart to pray; 5 Then though the grassy bed, 155. Stonefield. DIRGE. Funeral Hymn. 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! 155, 156. L. M. Watts. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 3 Thus Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 156. Scotland. Dirge. 12's & 11's M. Heber. 1 THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb: Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer be hold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; |