2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
4 The graves of all His saints He blessed,
And hallowed every bed;
Where should the dying members rest
But with their dying Head?
5 Thence He arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way!
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies!
OW let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers, into life we come,
And dying is but going home.
4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God, to feel His love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; And the sweet expectation now,
young dawn of heaven below.
ND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain:
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come;
And wipe away His servant's tears,
And take His exile home.
3 Oh! what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravished eyes
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of Paradise!
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conq'ring palms they bear.
4 Oh! what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, Thou count me meet
With that enraptured host t' appear,
And worship at Thy feet?
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away;
But let me find them all again
In that eternal day.
HRINKING from the cold hand of death,
SI soon shall gather up my feet;
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,
And die, my fathers' God to meet.
2 Numbered among Thy people, I
Expect with joy Thy face to see;
Because Thou didst for sinners die;
Jesus, in death remember, me.
3 Oh! that without a lingering groan,
I may Thy welcome word receive!
My body with my charge lay down,
And cease at once to work and live,
4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
And, certified that Thou art mine,
My spirit, calm and undismayed,
I shall into Thy hands resign.
5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,
Shall damp, when Jesus' presence cheers;
My light, my life, my God is come,
And glory in His face appears!
[APPY soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by thy angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go.
Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Shows the purchase of His merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
2 Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy great Redeemer's breast;
To His uttermost salvation,
To His everlasting rest.
For the joy He sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain:
Die to live a life of glory!
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
IN age and feebleness ex redeem?
'Tis only Jesus by His blood
Can raise a sinking soul to God.
2 Jesus, my only hope Thou art,
Strength of my failing flesh and heart;
Oh! let me catch one smile from thee,
And drop into eternity!
ASS a few swiftly fleeting years,
And all that now in bodies live
Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears,
Their righteous sentence to receive.
2 But all, before they hence remove,
May mansions for themselves prepare,
In that eternal house above:
And O my God! shall I be there?
[OW blest the righteous when he dies! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes,
How gently heaves the expiring breast,
2 So fades a summer's cloud away,
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day,
So dies a wave along the shore.
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