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578. 6 & 5s. M. ANONYMOUS.

The Knell of Death.
1 THROUGH the night-air stealing,
Hark! the bell is pealing

Mournfully and slow;
Rest to the soul departed,
Peace to the broken-hearted,

In this vale of woe.
2 Say, for whoin thou ringest,
Say, if to him thou bringest

Hopes beyond the tomb;

COLLYER.

When death's summons calls him

To uncertain doom. 579. C. M.

Prayer for Support in Death.
1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life,

My trembling soul shall stand,
And wait to pass death's awful food,

Great God, at thy command, -
2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme,

Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds

The entrance to the grave.
- 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand

Beneath my sinking head,
And let a beam of light divine

Illume my dying bed.
580.
L. M.

R. HILL
Prayer for the Dying Christian.
I GENTLY, my Father, let me down,

To slumber in the arms of death :
I rest my soul on thee alone,
E’en till my last expiring breath.

Warts.

2 Soon will the storms of life be o'er,

And I shall enter endless rest :
There I shall live to sin no more,

And bless thy name, for ever blest.
3 Bid me possess sweet peace within ;

Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Then shall I feel my heaven begin,

Before my spirit hence depart.
4 Hasten thy chariot, God of love !

And take me from this world of woe,
I long to reach those joys above,

And bid farewell to all below.
5 There shall my raptured spirit raise

Still louder notes than angels sing, —
Extol the riches of thy grace,

My God, my Father, and my King. 581. . C. M.

Rest in Heaven from Sin and Trouble.
1 OUR sins, alas ! how strong they be !

And, like a raging food,
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,

And force us from our God.
2 The waves of trouble, how they rise !

How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls

Safe on the heavenly shore.
3 Fulfilling there his high commands,

Our cheerful feet shall move ;
No sins shall clog our active zeal,

Or cool our burning love.
4 We there shall ever sing and tell

The wonders of his grace,
While heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

582.

BARBAULD.

S. M.

MONTGOMERY.
Home in Heaven.
I MY Father's house on high !

Home of my soul ! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear !
2 I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven

Seraphic music pour.
3 O, then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love, —
The bright inheritance of saints,

My glorious home above. 583. C. M.

The Pilgrimage of Life.
1 OUR country is Immanuel's ground;

We seek that promised soil ;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,

While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,

And oft are bathed in tears ;
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,

And naught but sin our fears.
3 We tread the path our Master trod;

We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet,

His temples pierced before.
4 Qur powers are oft dissolved away

In ecstasies of love ;
And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fixed above. ·

5 We purge our mortal dross away,

Refining as we run ;
But while we die to earth and sense,

Our heaven is here begun. 584. L. M. 6 L. CHRISTIAN Psalmist.

Foretaste of Heaven.
1 WHAT must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love

O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
No heart can think, no tongue explain,

What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light

And all his works of grace explore !
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine !
3 This is the heaven I long to know ;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,

I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,

And, with the elders, cast them down.
585.
C. M.

T. MOORE.
Heaven desired.
1 THE dove let loose in eastern skies,

Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies,

Where idle warblers roam ; -
2 But high she shoots through air and light,

Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare

Of sinful passion free,
Aloft, through faith's serener air,

To urge my course to thee ; —
4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs,
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,

Thy freedom on her wings. 586. 8 & 7s. M. 6 L.

KELLY.
Close of the Christian Warfare.
1 WHEN we pass through yonder river,

When we reach the farther shore,
There 's an end of war for ever ;

We shall see our foes no more :
All our conflicts then shall cease,

Followed by eternal peace.
2 After warfare, rest is pleasant :

O, how sweet the prospect is!
Though we toil and strive at present,

Let us not repine at this :
Toil, and pain, and conflict past,

All endear repose at last.
3 When we gain the heavenly regions,

When we touch the heavenly shore, -
Blesséd thought ! — no hostile legions

Can alarm or trouble more :
Far beyond the reach of foes,

We shall dwell in sweet repose.
4 O, that hope ! how bright, how glorious !

'T is his people's blest reward ;
In the Saviour's strength victorious,

They at length behold their Lord :
In his kingdom they shall rest,
In his love be fully blest.

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