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578. 6 & 5s. M. ANONYMOUS.
The Knell of Death.
Mournfully and slow;
In this vale of woe.
Hopes beyond the tomb;
When death's summons calls him
To uncertain doom. 579. C. M.
Prayer for Support in Death.
My trembling soul shall stand,
Great God, at thy command, -
Whose arm alone can save,
The entrance to the grave.
Beneath my sinking head,
Illume my dying bed.
To slumber in the arms of death :
2 Soon will the storms of life be o'er,
And I shall enter endless rest :
And bless thy name, for ever blest.
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Before my spirit hence depart.
And take me from this world of woe,
And bid farewell to all below.
Still louder notes than angels sing, —
My God, my Father, and my King. 581. . C. M.
Rest in Heaven from Sin and Trouble.
And, like a raging food,
And force us from our God.
How loud the tempests roar!
Safe on the heavenly shore.
Our cheerful feet shall move ;
Or cool our burning love.
The wonders of his grace,
Home of my soul ! how near,
Thy golden gates appear !
At noon and midnight hour,
Seraphic music pour.
To reach the land I love, —
My glorious home above. 583. C. M.
The Pilgrimage of Life.
We seek that promised soil ;
While strangers here we toil.
And oft are bathed in tears ;
And naught but sin our fears.
We bear the cross he bore;
His temples pierced before.
In ecstasies of love ;
5 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run ;
Our heaven is here begun. 584. L. M. 6 L. CHRISTIAN Psalmist.
Foretaste of Heaven.
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
And all his works of grace explore !
For this, with patience, I would wait,
I mount to my celestial seat,
And, with the elders, cast them down.
Returning fondly home,
Where idle warblers roam ; -
Above all low delay,
3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare
Of sinful passion free,
To urge my course to thee ; —
My soul, as home she springs,
Thy freedom on her wings. 586. 8 & 7s. M. 6 L.
When we reach the farther shore,
We shall see our foes no more :
Followed by eternal peace.
O, how sweet the prospect is!
Let us not repine at this :
All endear repose at last.
When we touch the heavenly shore, -
Can alarm or trouble more :
We shall dwell in sweet repose.
'T is his people's blest reward ;
They at length behold their Lord :