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Death of a pious Widow.
And shout our solemn joys;
And shall we mourn to see
Our fellow-prisoner free?
No, dear companion, no!
We gladly let thee go,
Thou, in thy youthful prime,
Hast leap'd the bounds of time:
Thither may we repair,
That glorious bliss to share:
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c. WESLEY. HYMN 142. 8-8's.
Death of a pious Widow).
With all that encompass his throne:
A mother in Israel is gone!
Death of a Minister.
The winter of trouble is past;
The storms of affliction are o'er;
And sorrow and death are no more. 2 The soul has o'ertaken her mate,
And caught him again in the sky;
And pleasure that never shall die :
Converse in their holy abode;
And pure as the angels of God, 3 Behold i what a triumph is there,
Where all in his praises agree;
And shine with the glory they see :
(While all in the ecstasy join),
And gives the enjoyment divine. 4 In loud hallelujahs they sing,
And harmony echoes his praise;
Pours out the full light of his face:
Can bear, so ineffably great ;
Death of a Minister. Now let our mourning hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief
Which view a Saviour nigh? 2 What though the arm of conq'ring death,
Does God's own house invade?
Be number'd with the dead?
The Dying Sinner and the Dying Saint.
3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young ;
And mute the instructive tongue : 4 The eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart :
Still animates our heart.
“My church shall safe abide; For I will ne'er forsake my own,
Whose souls in me confide." 6 Through every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust; And this shall be our children's song, When we are cold in dust. DODDRIDGE.
HYMN 144. L.M. The Dying Sinner and the Dying Saint. What scenes of horror and of dread Await the sinner's dying bed! Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night.
And fill his soul with sad surprise ;
And not one ray of hope appears.
And in despair and horror flies.
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace;
He sees the happy Canaan near. 6 His mind is tranquil and serene;
No terrors in his looks are seen;
Resurrection of the Saints,
6 Lord, make thy faith and love sincere ;
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
HYMN 145. C.M.
Resurrection of the Saints.
And triumph o'er the just?
Lies mingled with the dust.
The dawn of heaven appears;
Its blushes round the spheres. 3 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The trumpet shakes the ground.
And lo! the graves obey;
Salute the expected day.
Rise to the midway air;
And low adore him there.
Among them, clothed in white !
Is infinite delight.
7 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
HYMN 146. C.M.
And nature must decay:
To dwell with fellow clay.
And trample on the tombs : My Jesus, my Redeemer lives;
My God, my Saviour comés i
High on a royal seat:
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.
And gnaw my wasting flesh;
He'll clothe them all afresh. 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face
With strong immortal eyes,
With pleasure and surprise. WATTS.
And must the dead arise ?
His all-discerning eyes ?