How eafy the foul that has left
This wearifome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,

Whose relics with envy I fee,
No longer in mifery now,

No longer a finner like me.

3 This earth is affected no more

With fickness, or fhaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again: No anger, henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame, And paffion is vanish'd away.

This languishing head is at reft,
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immoveable breaft

Is heav'd by affliction no more:
This heart is no longer the feat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceafes to flutter and beat,
It never shall flutter again.

5 The lids he fo feldom could clofe, By forrow forbidden to fleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose,

Have ftrangely forgotten to weep: The fountains can yield no fupplies; Thefe hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from thefe eyes, And evil they never shall fee.

6 To mourn and to fuffer is mine, While bound in a prifon I breathe

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And ftill for deliverance pine,
And prefs to the iffues of death;
What now with my tears I bedew,
O might 1 this moment become !
My spirit created anew,

My flesh be confign'd to the tomb!

HYMN CCLX.

EJOICE for a brother deceas'd,

Rour lofs is his infinite gain;

A foul out of prison releas'd,

And freed from its bodily chain; With fongs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above; Efcap'd to the manfions of light, And lodg'd in the Eden of love.

2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd,
Out-flying the tempeft and wind;
His reft he hath fooner obtain'd,
And left his companions behind,
Still tofs'd on a fea of diftress,

Hard toiling to make the bleft shore,
Where all is affurance and peace,
And forrow and fin are no more.

3 There all the fhip's company meet,
Who fail'd with the Saviour beneath
With fhouting, each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
The voyage of life's at an end,

The mortal affliction is paft;
The age that in heaven they spend,
For ever and ever fhall laft.

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HYMN CCLXI.

IS finifh'd, 'tis done! the spirit is fled;
The pris'ner is gone, the christian is
dead:

The chriftian is living thro' Jefus's love,
And gladly receiving a kingdom above.

2 All honour and praise are Jefus's due: Supported by grace, he fought his way thro'; Triumphantly glorious, thro' Jefus's zeal, And more than victorious o'er fin, death, and hell.

3 Then let us record the conqu'ring name;
Our Captain and Lord with fhouting proclaim;
Who trust in his paffion and follow our Head,
To certain falvation we all shall be led.

4 O Jefus ! lead on thy militant care;
And give us the crown of righteousness there:
Where, dazzled with glory, the feraphim

gaze;

Or proftrate adore thee, in filence of praise.

5 Come, Lord, and display thy fign in the sky,
And bear us away to manfions on high:
The kingdom be given, the purchase divine;
And crown us in heaven eternally thine.

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HYMN CCLXII.

OSANNA to Jefus on high!
Another has entered his reft;

Another has 'fcap'd to the sky,
And lodg'd in Immanuel's breaft:

The foul of our fifter is gone,
To heighten the triumph above :
Exalted to Jefus's throne,

And clafp'd in the arms of his love.

2 What fulness of rapture is there,
While Jefus his glory displays;
And purples the heavenly air,
And fcatters the odours of grace!
He looks-and his fervants

The bleffing ineffable meet:

light,

He fmiles-and they faint at his fight,
And fall overwhelm'd at his feet.

3 How happy the angels that fall Tranfported at Jefus's name :

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The faints whom he fooneft shall call,
To share in the feaft of the Lamb!
No longer imprison'd in clay,

Who next from his dungeon fhall fly?
Who firft shall be fummon'd away-
My merciful God-Is it I?

O Jefus, if this be thy will,

That fuddenly I should depart;
Thy counsel of mercy reveal,

And whisper the call to my heart:
O give me a fignal to know,"

If foon thou wouldst have me remove;
And leave the dull body below,
And fly to the regions above.

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HYMN CCLXIII.

APPY who in Jefus live,
But happier still are they,

Who to God their spirits give,
And 'fcape from earth away:
Lord, thou read'ft the panting heart,
Lord, thou hear'ft the praying figh;
O'tis better to depart,

'Tis better far to die.

2 Yet, if fo thy will ordain

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For our companions' good,
Let us in the flesh remain,

And meekly bear the load;
Till we have our grief fill'd up,
Till we all our works have done,
Late partakers of our hope,

And sharers of thy throne.

3 To thy wife and gracious will,
We quietly fubmit,
Waiting for redemption ftill,
But waiting at thy feet:
When thou wilt the bleffing give,
Call us up, thy face to fee;
Only let thy fervants live,
And let us die to thee.

HYMN CCLXIV.

TAND, th' omnipotent decree!
Jehovah's will be done!

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Nature's end we wait to fee,

And hear her final groan;

Let this earth diffolve, and blend

In death, the wicked and the just ; Let those pond'rous orbs defcend, And grind us into duft,