2 Thou, who waitest not for fitness
In the souls Thy blood has saved,
Let Thy Spirit now bear witness,
He this sentence has engraved-
Love so precious,

Gives me all my prayers have craved.

3 Though that love send days of sadness
In a life so brief as this,

It prepares me days of gladness,
And a life of perfect bliss.
Love so precious,

Bids me every fear dismiss.

DE

IV. THE BELIEVER DYING.

442.

EATHLESS Spirit, now arise!
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To His glorious likeness wrought;
Go to shine before His throne,
Deck His mediatorial crown;
Go His triumphs to adorn ;
Made for God, to God return.

2 Lo! He beckons from on high!
Fearless to His presence fly;
Thine the merit of His blood,
Thine the righteousness of God.
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hov'ring round thy pillow bend;
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven.

3 Is thy earthly house distrest?
Willing to retain her guest?
'Tis not thou, but she, must die;
Fly, celestial tenant, fly;

III. 1.

Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away;
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing and fired with love.
4 Shudder not to pass the stream:
Venture all thy care on Him;
Him whose dying love and power
Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar;
Safe is the expanded wave,
Gentle as a summer's eve;
Not one object of His care
Ever suffered shipwreck there.
5 See the haven full in view;

Love divine shall bear thee through;
Trust to that propitious gale,
Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail;
Saints in glory, perfect made,
Wait thy passage through the shade,
Ardent for thy coming o'er;
See, they throng the blissful shore.
6 Mount, their transports to improve;
Join the longing choir above;
Swiftly to their wish be given,
Kindle higher joy in heaven.
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes!
Such the glorious vista faith

Opens through the shades of death.

443.

TOPLADY.

III. 5.

"When Christ, who is our life, shall appear, then shall ye also appear

with Him in glory."-COL. 3: 4.

ESUS' life of grief and sorrow,

JESUS

All his suffering, death, and pain,

Prove in life our consolation

And in death our joy remain.

Hallelujah!

Christ's our life-hence death is gain.

2 On His precious death and merit,
All our hopes are safely built;
We rejoice in His salvation,

Freed from sin's condemning guilt:
Sing His triumphs;

Twas for us His blood was spilt.

8 Jesus yieldeth up His spirit;

Lo! He bows His head and dies! From His death we life inherit; Hence our happiness takes rise: We now glory,

Only in this sacrifice.

4 Jesus' body once interred

Sanctifies His people's rest,

And the place which keeps their bodies, Since earth lodged that heavenly guest, Now is hallowed;

We lie down in hope most blest.

5 Our Redeemer rose victorious;
Oh! what joy doth this afford!
Lasting bliss awaits us yonder,
Raised to glory, like our Lord!
Blessed Saviour!

Ever be by us adored!

6 Conquering Lord! to heaven ascended,
To prepare for us a place,

Pleading Thine own blood and merit;
Hence our faith rests on Thy grace:
Then in glory,

We shall see Thee face to face!

7 Jesus! at Thy blest appearing,

Freed from weakness, grief, and pain,

We, restored to Thy likeness,
Then shall join the happy train :
Make us ready,
Lord! Thy glory to obtain.

444.

L. M.

HY should we start and fear to die?

WHY

What tim'rous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate to endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh! would my Lord His servant meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying-bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are;

While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

445.

WATTS.

L. M.

"My flesh and my heart faileth, but God is the strength of my heart

and my portion forever."-PSALM 73: 26.

Do flesh and nature dread to die?

And tim'rous thoughts our hearts enslave? Yet grace can raise our hopes on high, And quell the terrors of the grave.

2 What! shall we run to gain the crown, Yet grieve to think the goal so near; Afraid to have our labors done,

And finish this important war?

3 There shall we see Him face to face;
There shall we know as we are known:
And Jesus, with His glorious grace,
Shines in full light amidst the throne.

4 'Tis best, 'tis infinitely best,

To go where tempters can not come : Where saints and angels, ever blest, Dwell, and enjoy their heavenly home.

5 Oh! for a visit from my Lord!

To drive my fears of death away, And help me through this darksome road, To realms of everlasting day.

"To depart and be with Christ is far better."-PHIL. 1: 23.

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H! how I long to reach my home,
My glorious home in heaven!

And wish the joyful hour were come,
The welcome mandate given!

2 Oh! how I long to lay aside
These worn-out weeds of clay;
And, led by my celestial guide,
T' explore yon azure way!

3 Oh! how I long to be with Christ,
Where all His glory beams!

To be from this dark world dismissed,
Which His dear name blasphemes!

4 Oh! how I long that world to hail,
Where sin can ne'er defile!

Where not a cloud shall ever veil
From me my Saviour's smile!