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4 Silent we own Jehovah's name;
C. M. WATTS.
Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord.
1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proFor all the pious dead;
Sweet is the savour of their names,
2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed :
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
Death and Heaven.
1 AND let our feeble bodies fail,
And let them faint and die;
Shall join the glorified saints,
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
We suffer on our three score years,
And wipe away his servants' tears,
30 what are all our suff'rings here,
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
But let us find our friends again,
Near Approach of Salvation.
1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
2 On all the wings of time it flies;
3 Not many years their round shall run,
Ere all its glories stand revealed
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
C. M. WATTS.
A Prospect of the Resurrection. 1 HOW long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
2 When shall the tedious night be gone?
3 Let faith arise and climb the hills,
How distant are his chariot wheels,
hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise !" And lo, the graves obey,
d waking saints, with joyful eyes,
may our humble spirits stand
The meanest place at his right hand
6 How shall our joy and wonder rise,
Shall bear us homeward through the skies
Hope of a Resurrection.
1 FATHER of all! our souls defend, On thee our steadfast hopes depend; Thee let us bless, the faithful guide, Whose counsels o'er our life preside. 2 Though to the grave we must descend, (For thus has heaven's high will ordain'd) Yet hope e'en there, our constant guest, Shall smooth the pillow of our rest
3 Though death awhile reign o'er our frame. Thou from the grave our life will claim;. And to our eyes, in full survey,
The op'ning paths of life display.
And pleasure's streams unmix'd with wo,
C. M. EDINBURGH COLL.
1 ALL nature dies, and lives again:
The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
2 Resign the honours of their form
And leave the naked, leafless plain
3 Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs
The woods shall hear the voice of spring And flourish green again.
4 So to the dreary grave consign'd,
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
50 may the grave become to us
Whence we shall gladly rise at length,
6 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind
S. M. PRATT'S COLL.
Christ's second Coming.
1 IN expectation sweet,
We'll wait, and sing, and pray,
2 He comes!-the Conqueror comes!
3 Thrice happy morn for those
Who love the ways of peace!
8s, 7s & 4s. OLIVER.
1 LO! he comes, with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain ! Thousand, thousand saints, attending, Swell the triumph of his train: Hallelujah!
Jesus comes and comes to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him,
Those who set at nought and sold him,
Shall the true Messiah see!
When the solemn trump has sounded,
Come to judgment-come away."
4 Yea, amen, let all adore thee,
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
1 HARK!-that shout of rapturous joy, Bursting forth from yonder cloud Jesus comes!-and through the sky, Angels tell their joy aloud.
2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad, through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice!
Their redemption is at hand.
3 See! the Lord appears in view!
4 Go, and dwell with him above,
S. M. DODDRIDGE.
1 AND will the Judge descend?
2 How will my heart endure
3 But ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead
4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,