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!
4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,
Sickness, there, no more can come;
There, no fear of wo, intruding,

Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.

COLLYER ALTERED.

HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham. [*]

1LO: the prisoner is released,

Lightened of his fleshly load;

Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God!
Lo! the pain of life is past,
All his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.
g 2 Yes, the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife;
u Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallowed up of life!
s Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth the spirit flies,
Finds his God, and sits and sings,
Triumphing in Paradise.

-3 Let the world bewail their dead,
Fondly of their loss complain;
Brother, friend, by Jesus freed,
Death to thee, to us, is gain:

s Thou art entered into joy :
Let the unbelievers mourn;
We in songs our lives employ,
Till we all to God return.

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WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 454. 8s. Goshen. [b or *]

Death of a Sister.

1 'TIS finished! the conflict is past,

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,
The days and the nights of distress;
We see her in anguish no more-
She has found a happy release.
-2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain,
Shall ever disquiet her now;
For death to her spirit was gain,
Since Christ was her life when below.
s Her soul has now taken its flight
To mansions of glory above,
To mingle with angels of light,
And dwell in the kingdom of love.
3 The victory now is obtained;
She's gone her Redeemer to see;
Her wishes she fully has gained-
She's now where she panted to be.
Then let us forbear to complain
That she has now gone from our sight;
We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.

P

ALEXANDER'S COL.

HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]
Sleeping in Jesus.

SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!

A From which none ever wakes to weep!

A calm and undisturbed repose,

Unbroken by the last of foes!

2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet:

g With holy confidence to sing

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That death hath lost its venomed sting! 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 ;
But there is still a blessed sleep,

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From which none ever wakes to weep:

HYMN 456. S. M. Olmutz. [*]

On the Death of an aged Minister.

SERV
ERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;

s The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.

3 The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease;
And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.

4 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ,

And while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]

Funeral.

p1B Is equal warning given:

ENEATH our feet and o'er our head

Beneath us lie the countless dead,
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?

6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

-7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given:

The forms which underneath thee lie,
Shall live, for hell or heaven!

HYMN 458. L. M.

g 1 THW

PRATT'S COL.

Monmouth. [b or *]

The Day of Judgment.

HE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!

What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day—

2 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.

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HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*]
Christ's Second Coming.

HE

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

2 The trumpet sounds, "Awake! "Ye dead, to judgment come!" The pillars of creation shake,

While man receives his doom.

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 *]

HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,

1 T Bef

With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.
3 O may we all be found
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.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*]

g1HE The seventh trumpet speaks him near:

E comes! he comes! the Judge severe !

His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !

u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound;
See the Almighty Jesus crowned!
Girt with omnipotence and grace;
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own:
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
s 4 Shout, all the people of the sky!
And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4.

Tamworth.

g1L Once for favoured sinners slain;

O! he comes! with clouds descending,

Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train :
Hallelujah!-

Jesus comes, he comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at nought and sold him,

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