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Fought the fight, the work is dome,
Death is swallow’d up of life :
Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth the spirit flies:
Finds his God, and sits, and sings,
Triumphing in Paradise.
4 Join we then with one accord,
In the new, the joyful song:
Absent from our loving Lord
We shall not continue long:
We shall quit the house of clay,
We a better lot shall share ;
We shall see the realms of day,
Meet our happy brother there.
Let the world bewail their dead,
Fondly of their loss complain:
Brother, friend, by Jesus freed,
Death to thee, to us, is gain :
Thou art enter'd into joy:
Let the unbelievers mourn :
We in songs our lives employ
Till we all to God return.
1 HY should we start and fear to die!
What tim’rous worms we mortals are
Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3 O if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past 1
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.
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.
2 “Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow’rs;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
Shall lie as low as ours.”
3. Great God! is this our certain doom
And are we still secure :
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepar'd no more
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We’ll rise above the sky.
1 ARK a voice divides the sky;
- Happy are the faithful dead:
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 umblest:
When from flesh the spirit freed,
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, “A man is dead :''
Angels sing, “A child is born ??
4 Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet; -
Bear him to the throne of love, -
Place him at the Saviour's feet:
Jesus smiles, and says, “Well done,
“Good and faithful servant thou !
“Enter, and receive thy crown,
“Reign with me triumphant now.”
5 Angels catch th' approving sound,
Bow, and bless the just award;
Hail the heir with glory crown'd,
Now rejoicing with his Lord;
Fuller joys ordain’d to know,
...Waiting for the general doom,
When th’ archangel’s trump shall blow,
“Rise, ye dead, to judgment come.”
China.] HYMN 565. C. M. WHY do we mourn for dying friends, Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward too,
... As fast as time can move?
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 2
There once the flesh of Jesus lay,
And left along perfume.
4 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And soften’d every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head 2
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
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;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
1 So from the cold hand of death,
I soon shall gather up my feet;
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 O 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 mines
My spirit calm, and undismay’d,
I shall 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!
1 ASS a few swiftly fleeting years,
And all that now in bodies live,
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,
In that eternal house above:
And, O my God, shall I be there?
l HE morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the moontide heats, -
As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,
Parch’d by the sun’s directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows:
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin-rose.
4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, -
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine,
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline. - |