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4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there. St. Anns.] HYMN 563. C. M. 1 ARK! from the tombs a doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry: “Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.
In spite of all your tow'rs;
Shall lie as low as ours.'
And are we still secure !
And yet prepar'd no more!
To fit our souls to fly;
We'll rise above the sky,
SARK! a voice divides the sky;
In the Lord who sweetly die,
They from all their toils are freed! Them the Spirit hath declar'd
Blest, unutterably blest ; Jesus is their great reward,
Jesus is their endless rest. 2 Follow'd by their works they go,
Where their Head is gone before; Reconcil'd by grace below,
Grace hath open'd mercy's door ;
Justified through faith alone,
Here they knew their sins forgiven ; Here they laid their burden down,
Hallow'd, and made meet for heav'n. 3 Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceas'd ? Let the world, who know us not,
Call us hopeless and unblest: When from flesh the spirit freed,
Hastens homeward to return, Mortals
“A man is dead !!! Angels sing,
“ A child is born!" 4 Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet;
Place him at the Saviour's feet :
66 Good and faithful servant thou!
“ Reign with me triumphant now." 5 Angels catch th' approving sound,
Bow, and bless the just award ;
Now rejoicing with his Lord;
Waiting for the general doom,
6 Rise, ye dead, to judgment comc."
China.] HYMN 565. C. M. 1 THY do we mourn for dying friends,
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey,
Their bodies to the tomb? There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
And soften'd every bed :
But with their dying Head?
And show'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day. 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground;
Yę saints, ascend the skies. Canada.] HYMN 566. L. M. 1 HRINKING from the cold hand of death,
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,
And die,-my father's God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I
Expect with joy thy face to see Because thou didst for sinners die,
Jesus, in death remember me ! 3 that without a ling'ring groan,
I may the welcome word receive ! My body with my charge lay down,
And cease at once to work and live! 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
And certify'd that thou art mine, My spirit calm, and undismay'd,
Í sħall into thy hands resign.
5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,
Shall damp whom Jesu's presence cheers ; My light, my life, my God is come,
And glory in his face appears ! Angel's Hymn.] HYMN 567. L. M. 1 ASS a few swiftly fleeting years,
Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears,
Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all before they hence remove,
May mansions for themselves prepare,
And, O my God, shall I be there?
THE morning flowers display their sweets,
As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows:
And sweeter than the virgin-rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains : Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.
Slate ford.] HYMN 569. 2 6's & 4 7's. 1
GAIN we lift our voice,
Raptures that shall never fail !
Keep the Christian festival!
To that celestial shore;
He hath all the storms outrode;
Landed in the arms of God. 3 And shall we mourn to see
Our fellow-prisoner free?
In the haven of the skies :
Wip'd for ever from his eyes ? 4 No, dear companion, no!
We gladly let thee go,
To a reigning church above :
Thou art crown'd with life and love, 5 Thou, in thy youthful prime,
Hast leap'd the bounds of time: Suddenly from earth releas’d,
Lo! we now rejoice for thee; Taken to an early rest,
Caught into eternity.