Swiftly to their wish be given;
Kindle higher joy in heaven.——
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes;
Such the glorious vista Faith
Opens through the shades of death.
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Peace to the Departed Saint.

1 HAPPY Soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below:
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.

2 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest:
For the joy He sets before thee,

Bear a momentary pain;

Die, to live a life of glory,

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

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Farewell to a friend departed.

I THOU art gone to the grave,-but we will not deplore thee;

Tho' sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb, The Saviour has pass'd thro' its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through

the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave,-we no longer behold

thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee. And sinners may hope, since the sinless has died.

Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansion for

saking,

Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sun-shine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,

And the song which thou heard'st was the sera

phim’s song.

Thou art gone to the grave,-but 'twere wrong to deplore thee,

When God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide;

He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will restore thee,

Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hatlı died.

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The rest of those that die in the Lord.

1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead,

Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sins released,
And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

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The death and burial of a Saint.

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

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3 When all with awe shall stand around
To hear their doom allotted;
Grant, Jesu, then my name be found
Within thy book unblotted!
Of which I doubt not in the least,
For Thou, as Saviour and High-priest,
Hast purchased my salvation.

4 I know as Judge Thou shalt appear,
But yet as Intercessor;

And hope in humble faith that there
Thou'lt call me thy confessor,
And bring me to that blessed place,
Where I shall see, with open face,
The glory of thy kingdom.

5 O Jesu! shorten thy long stay,
And hasten thy salvation;
That we may see that glorious day
Produce a new creation:

O come, O Lord, our Judge and King!
Come, change our mournful notes, to sing
Thy praise for ever, Amen.

309.

Signs of the Judgment.

1 IN the sun, and moon, and stars,
Signs and wonders there shall be;
Earth shall quake with inward wars,
Nations with perplexity.

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2 Soon shall ocean's hoary deep,
Toss'd with stronger tempests, rise;
Wilder storms the mountains sweep,
Louder thunder rock the skies.

3 Dread alarms shall shake the proud,
Pale amazement, restless fear;
And, amid the thunder cloud,
Shall the Judge of men appear!

4 But, though from his awful face
Heaven shall fade, and earth shall fly,

Fear not ye, his chosen race,
Your redemption draweth nigh.

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Christ's Second Coming.

1 THE Lord shall come! the earth shall The mountains to their centre shake; And, withering from the vault of nigh The stars shall pale their feeble light.

2 The Lord shall come! but not the sa As once in lowliness He came;

A silent Lamb before his foes,
A weary man, and full of woes.

3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful for
With rainbow-wreath and robes of st
On cherub-wings, and wings of wind
Appointed Judge of all mankind.
4 Can this be He, who wont to stray
A Pilgrim on the world's highway,
Oppress'd by power, and mock'd by
The Nazarene,-the crucified?

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5 While sinners in despair shall call, Rocks, hide us; mountains, on us The saints, ascending from the tom Shall joyful sing, "The Lord is co 311.

Luther's Hymn.

GREAT God! what do I see and h
The end of things created!

The Judge of mankind doth appea
On clouds of glory seated.

The trumpet sounds; the graves r
The dead, which they contain'd be
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him