4 Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore

thee,

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

He gave thee he took thee-and he will restore

thee,

And death hath no sting since the Saviour hath died.

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Death the Gate to Joy and Glory.
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,

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Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

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Those blessed who die in the Lord.

HEAR what the voice from heaven pro

For all the pious dead!

Sweet is the savor of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are blest; How kind their slumbers are!

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From suffering and from sin released,
They're freed from every snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

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Those blessed who die in the Lord.

CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,
Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely, through night's deepening shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round th' immortal spirit's head.

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.
5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the graves of those ye love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

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A Warning from the Grave.

BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given:

Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!

2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
And lurks in every flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

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

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

4 Turn, Christian, turn!-thy soul apply
To truths which hourly tell,
That they who underneath thee lie
Shall live for heaven-or hell!

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The House appointed for all Living

HOW still and peaceful is the grave,
Where, life's vain tumults past,

Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last!

2 The wicked there from troubling cease-
The passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.

3 All, levelled by the hand of death,
Lie sleeping in the tomb,

Till God in judgment call them forth,
To meet their final doom.

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JUDGMENT.

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Awful Glory of the Judgment.

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

Behold the Judge of man appear,

On clouds of glory seated!

The trumpet sounds!-the

graves restore The dead which they contained before!— Prepare, my soul, to meet him.

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Christ's Second coming.

SEE! where the great incarnate God
Fills his majestic throne,
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.

2 Oh may I stand before the Lamb,
When earth and seas are fled,

And hear the Judge pronounce my name
With blessings on my head!

THE Lord shall come!-the earth shall
quake,

The mountains to their centre shake,
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars shall pale their feeble light.

2 The Lord shall come!-but not the same 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 form,
With rainbow-crown, and robes of storm;
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,
Oppressed by power, and mocked by pride,
The Nazarene ?-the crucified?

5 While sinners in despair shall call,

66 Rocks, hide us-mountains, on us fall!" The saints, ascending from the tomb, Shall joyful sing "The Lord is come!"

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The Judgment anticipated.

WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face-
Oh, how shall I appear!

2 If now, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;-

3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

Oh, how shall I appear!

4 Then see my sorrows, gracious Lord;
Let mercy set me free;

While, in the confidence of prayer,
My heart takes hold of thee.

5 For never shall my soul despair
Thy mercy to procure,