107.

The fame.

Bleffed are the dead which die in the Lord: the ceafe from their labours. Rev xiv. 13.

Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory. 1 Cor xv. 57.

We fhall fee him as he is. 1 John iii. 2.

1 BLESSED are the dead who reft

On the dear Redeemer's breaft:
Peaceful in his arms they lie;
Happy in their Lord they die.

2 Death, a meffenger of peace,
Brings to them a sweet releafe;
Wash'd in Chrift's atoning blood,
They for ever are with God.

3 Now the ftorm's for ever o'er;

Now they've gain'd the blissful fhore: Sav'd by Jefu's outstretch'd hand, 'They have reach'd the wish'd-for land.

4 More than conqu'rors through the Lamb,
They his victories proclaim;

Caft their crowns before the throne,
Sav'd by rich free grace alone.

5 Loft in wonder, now they gaze
On the dear Immanuel's face:
Like him now-what glory this!
For they see him as he is.

108.

The fame.

He was carried by angels into Abraham's bofom. This day thou shalt be with me in Paradife. Now we fee through a glass darkly; but then face to face-now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Cor. xiii. 12.

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'HE faints, when they refign their breath, Are borne above to realms of light; When finking in the arms of death, They're precious then in Jefu's fight. 2 Precious to God are his redeem'd;

3

From evils here they're call'd away:
Precious their duft by him esteem'd;
He'll raise it at the latter day.

Free from this world's unnumber'd cares,
From Satan's rage and human spite,

From fin's diftrefs and gloomy fears,
How precious now in Jefu's fight!.

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4 From all their labours now they rest;
Their fouls enjoy a perfect peace;
Their place is now in Abraham's breast;
Their troubles now for ever cease.

5

All this, and more, our brother proves :
He now fees Jefus as he is;

And him he praises, him he loves,

Who makes his heav'n and all his blifs.

6 Whilft here below, he knew in part

That deep, that boundless, heav'nly them
The pow'r of Jefu's blood and finart,
To purify and to redeem.

7 No more, as darkly through a glafs,
He fees his Saviour and his God
But fees him clearly, face to face,

Who did redeem him with his blood.

109.

At the Funeral of a Child.

"Shall go to him; he shall not return to me. 2 Sam. xii. 23.

Their angels always behold the face of God. Matt.

xviii. 10.

will judge you, every one according to bis ways. Ezek. xviii. 30..

AN early fummons Jefus fends

To call a child above;

And, hear ye this, ye weeping friends,
He calls the child in love.

Far from this world of fin and woe,
And fafe from all its harms,
From all the griefs you feel below,
'Tis gone to Jefu's arms.

Against the Lord then do not strive;
Nor vainly faft and weep:
The child, though dead, is yet alive,
And only fall'n afleep.

On Jefu's tender bofom laid,

It feels no forrow there;

'Tis by its heav'nly Father fed,

Nor needs a mother's care.

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The child is gone, and we must go;
We all are on the road:

It is our chief concern to know

Opening a Place of Worship.

Sung at opening the Meeting in Bartholomew-ftreet, Birmingham, O&. 9, 1791.

I SAVIOUR, be pleas'd to meet us here;
Now may we find and feel thee near;
Vouchfafe, O Lord, this church to blefs,
And crown thy gospel with fuccefs.
2 Oft as thy people here may meet,
To worthip at thy crofs's feet,

Upon their fouls fresh mercies pour;
Help them to pray, praise, and adore.
3 Here, Lord, thine holy arm reveal:
And may the stubborn finner feel
That he, who first did wound his heart,
Can health, and peace, and joy impart.

4 O, thou dear Shepherd of the sheep,
Haft thou not here a flock to keep?
Teach them the Shepherd's voice to know;
Lead them where living waters flow.