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4 Silent we own Jehovah's name;
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts, and our life,
To his supreme command.



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,
And soft their sleeping bed.


2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed :
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sins 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 large reward.


C. M.


Death and Heaven.

1 AND let our feeble bodies fail,

And let them faint and die;
We soon shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:

Shall join the glorified saints,
And find our long sought rest;
That only bliss for which we pant,
In the Redeemer's breast.

2 In hope of that immortal crown,
We now the cross sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain;

We suffer on our three score years,
Till our Deliv'rer come;

And wipe away his servants' tears,
And take his exiles home.

30 what are all our suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count us meet
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away:

But let us find our friends again,
In that eternal day.


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Near Approach of Salvation.

1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay;

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.



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
Lies mingled with the dust!

2 When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?
Our fond desires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.

3 Let faith arise and climb the hills,
And from afar descry

How distant are his chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise !" And lo, the graves obey,

d waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.

may our humble spirits stand
Among them, cloth'd in white!

The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

6 How shall our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love's triumphant wing.


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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.
4 Those paths that to thy presence bear;
For plenitude of bliss is there;

And pleasure's streams unmix'd with wo,
At thy right hand for ever flow.



1 ALL nature dies, and lives again:
The flow'r that paints the field,

The trees that crown the mountain's brow,
And boughs and blossoms yield;

2 Resign the honours of their form
At winter's stormy blast;

And leave the naked, leafless plain
A desolated waste.

3 Yet soon reviving plants and flow'rs
Anew shall deck the plain;

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,
Until th' eternal morning wake
The slumbers of the tomb.

50 may the grave become to us
The bed of peaceful rest;

Whence we shall gladly rise at length,
And mingle with the blest!

6 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind
We'll wait heaven's high decree;
Till the appointed period come
When God shall set us free.



Christ's second Coming.

1 IN expectation sweet,

We'll wait, and sing, and pray,
Till Christ's triumphal car we meet,
And see an endless day.

2 He comes!-the Conqueror comes!
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful prisoners burst their tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

3 Thrice happy morn for those

Who love the ways of peace!
No night of sorrow e'er shall close,
Or shade their perfect bliss.


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,
Robed in dreadful majesty!

Those who set at nought and sold him,
Pierced, and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see!

When the solemn trump has sounded,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the summons of that day-
"Come to judgment!-

Come to judgment-come away."

4 Yea, amen, let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Make thy righteous sentence known!
Oh come quickly-

Claim the kingdom for thine own!

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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!
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you-
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.



1 AND will the Judge descend?
And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes

2 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day,
When earth and heaven before his face,
Astonished, shrink away?

3 But ere the trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound
What joyful tidings spread !

4 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Flee to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

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