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p 2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely through night's deepening shade, u Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head. s 3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,, In his glorious presence living,
They shall never-never die !
Sickness, there, no more can come;
COLLYER ALTERED. HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham. [*] 1 T O! the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Ended is the glorious strife;
Death is swallowed up of life !
Far from earth the spirit flies,
Triumphing in Paradise.
Death to thee, to us, is gain : s Thou art entered into joy :
Let the unbelievers mourn;
Death of a Sister.
1 The heaven-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplished at last, And now she's entombed with the dead,
The months of affliction are o'er,
She has found a happy release.
For death to her spirit was gain,
HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]
. Sleeping in Jesus.
A From which none ever wakes to weep! . A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes ! p 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet: g With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its venomed sting! p 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear-no wo, shall dim that hour,
That manifests the Saviour's power. - 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be: Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space
Debars this precious “ hiding place:” On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,
Believers find the same repose.
6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be ;
From which none ever wakes to weep:
On the Death of an aged Minister. p 1 SERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ; s The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.
He started up to hear;
He fell,—but felt no fear.
Labour and sorrow cease;
His soul is found in peace.
Praise be thy new employ,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. MONTGOMERY. HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]
D Is equal warning given :
Above us is the heaven! 2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay : And ere another day is gone,
Ourselves may be as they. 3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower : Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour! 4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day. 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come ?
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead !
To truths divinely given:
Shall live, for hell or heaven! Pratt's Col. HYMN 458. L. M. Monmouth. [b or *1
The Day of Judgment. gi MTVHE day of wrath ! that dreadful day,
1 When heaven and earth shall pass away! What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ? a 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Scott. HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*]
Christ's Second Coming,
I Death falls beneath his sword;
And rise to meet their Lord.
6 Ye dead, to judgment come !" The pillars of creation shake,
While man receives his doom. S 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. HYMN 460. S. M. Watchman. [b or *] e 1 TIHOU Judge of quick and dead,
1 Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear ;
For that tremendous day ;
And stir us up to pray.
Obedient to thy word; Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord ! 4 O may we all ensure
A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure An everlasting rest.
HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*] g1 LTE comes ! he comes! the Judge severe !
II The seventh trumpet speaks him near : · His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !
See the Almighty Jesus crowned !
And hail him their triumphant Lord. 8 4 Shout, all the people of the sky!
And all the saints of the Most High:
HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth. [*] &1 T O! he comes ! with clouds descending,
1 Once for favoured sinners slain ; Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train :
Robed in dreadful majesty ;