My sole concern, my single care
To watch and tremble and prepare
Against the final day.

3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;

If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
Th' inexorable throne.

4 No matter what my thoughts employ,
A moment's misery or joy;

But oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place?
Shall I my everlasting days

With fiends or angels spend?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death Which never, never dies.

How make mine own election sure,

And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies?

267.

AND

ND must this body die,

WESLEY.

This mortal frame decay;

And must these active limbs of mine

Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh;
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.

S. M.

3 God my Redeemer lives,
And often from the skies,

Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.

4 Arrayed in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine;
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe,
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.

6 O Lord! accept the praise

Of these our humble songs;

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.

WATTS.

JESUS, on en eyes to weep no more;

JESUS, once numbered with the dead,

And ever lives their cause to plead
For whom the pains of death He bore.

2 Then though in dust I lay my head,
Yet gracious Lord Thou wilt not leave
My flesh forever with the dead,

Nor lose Thy children in the grave.

269.

EST from thy labor, rest,

REST

Soul of the just, set free;

Blest be thy memory, and blest
Thy bright example be.

8. M.

2 Faith, perseverance, zeal,

1

Language of light and power;

Love prompt to act, and quick to feel,
Marked thee till life's last hour.

3 Now toil and conflict o'er,

Go take with saints thy place;
But go as each has gone before,
A sinner saved by grace.

4 Lord Christ, into Thy hands
Our pastor we resign,

And now we wait Thine own commands, We were not his but Thine.

5 Thou art Thy Church's head,
And when the members die,
Thou raisest others in their stead:
To Thee we lift our eyes.

6 On Thee our hopes depend,
We gather round our Rock;
Send whom Thou wilt, but condescend
Thyself to feed Thy flock.

270.

HE hour of my departure's come,

L.M.

home;

At length, O Lord! let trouble cease,
And let Thy servant die in peace.

2 The race appointed I have run,
The combat's o'er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record's in the sky.

3 Not in mine innocence I trust,
I bow before Thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour's blood alone,
I look for mercy to Thy throne.

4 I leave the world without a tear,

Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.

5 I come, I come, at Thy command,
I give my spirit to Thy hand;
Stretch forth Thy everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.

6 The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice which calls me home;
Now, O my God! let trouble cease,
Now let thy servant die in peace.

271.

SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!

L. M.

From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus, oh! how sweet,
To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its painful sting.

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus, oh! for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,

Waiting the summons from on high.
5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But there is still a blessed sleep,

From which none ever wakes to weep.

MRS. MACKAY.

UNVEIL

JNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
Awhile to slumber in the dust.

2 No pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invades Thy bounds! no mortal woes
Can reach the forms which slumber here,
And angels watch their soft repose.
3 Lo! Jesus slept-God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed;

Rest here, dear saint! till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade.

4 Break from His throne, Illustrious Morn, Attend O Earth! His sovereign word; Restore thy trust-a glorious form,

Called to ascend and meet the Lord.

WATTS.

273.

ERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

S. M.