The Believer's Triumph over Death.
2 But see my glorious Leader nigh!
My Lord, my Saviour lives;
Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.
3 He left his dazzling throne above;
He met the tyrant's dart;
And (O! amazing power of love!)
Receiv'd it in his heart.
4 Lord, I commit my soul to thee:
Accept the sacred trust:
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust.
5 When thy triumphant armies sing
The honours of thy name,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With-Glory to the Lamb:
60 let me join the raptured lays,
And, with the blissful throng,
Resound salvation, power, and praise
In everlasting song!
HYMN 134.
The Happiness of Dying in the Lord HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead:
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their dying bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed;
How kind their slumbers are!
From suffering and from sin released,
And freed from every snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a great reward.
HYMN 135.
The Believer's Triumph over Death.
HAPPY soul, thy days are ended-
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go:
The Christian's Gain by Death.
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 dear 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.
HYMN 136.
The same.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper-angels say,
"Sister Spirit, come away!"
What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes-it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes-my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory?
Ŏ death, where is thy sting?
HYMN 137. 8-8's.
The Christian's Gain by Death.
REJOICE for a brother deceased;
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And freed from his bodily chain:
The Christian's Gain by Death.
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above:
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.
2 Our brother the haven has gain'd,
Outflying the tempest and wind;
His rest he has sooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind,
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the bless'd shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath:
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
The voyage of life's at an end:
The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,
For ever and ever shall last.
BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pay we, gracious God, to thee;
Thou, in thy abundant grace,
Givest us the victory:
True and faithful to thy word,
Thou hast glorified thy Son;
Jesus Christ, our dying Lord,
He for us the fight has won.
2 Lo! the prisoner is released,
Lighten'd of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gather'd unto God:
Lo! the pain of life is past;
All his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast;
Grief and suffering are no more.
The Christian's Gain by Death.
3 Yes, the Christian's course is run;
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done;
Death is swallowed up of life;
Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth the spirit flies;
Finds his God, and sits and sings,
Triumphing in Paradise!
4 Join we then, with one accord,
In the new, the joyful song;
Absent from our loving Lord,
We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay;
We a better lot shall share;
We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there.
HARK! a voice divides the sky:
Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die:
They from all their toils are freed:
Them the Spirit has declared
Bless'd, unutterably bless'd:
Jesus is their great reward,
Jesus is their endless rest.
2 Follow'd by their works they go
Where their Head is gone before;
Reconciled by grace below,
Grace has opened mercy's door: Justified through faith alone,
Here they knew their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down,
Hallow'd, and made meet for heaven.
3 Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased? Let the world, who know us not, Call us hopeless and unbless'd:
The Christian's Gain by Death.
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above:
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.
2 Our brother the haven has gain'd,
Outflying the tempest and wind;
His rest he has sooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind,
Still toss'd on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the bless'd shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath :
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
The voyage of life's at an end:
The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,
For ever and ever shall last.
BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pay we, gracious God, to thee; Thou, in thy abundant grace,
Givest us the victory:
True and faithful to thy word,
Thou hast glorified thy Son;
Jesus Christ, our dying Lord,
He for us the fight has won.
2 Lo! the prisoner is released,
Lighten'd of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gather'd unto God:
Lo! the pain of life is past;
All his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast;
Grief and suffering are no more,
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