And naught disturbs that peace profound
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
Where lights and shades alternate dwell;
How bright th' unchanging morn appears!
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell:
5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
"How blest the righteous when he dies!"

9871

Farewell to a departed friend. 12s & 11s. 1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;

The Savior has passed through 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 paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,

And sinners may hope, since the Savior hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,

Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,

And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's

song.

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 has no sting, since the Savior hath died.

988†

Weep not.

P. M. 7s & 8s.

IFT not thou the wailing voice;
Weep not; 'tis a Christian dieth:
Up, where blessed saints rejoice,
Ransom'd now, the spirit flieth:
'High in heaven's own light she dwelleth;
Full the song of triumph swelleth:
Freed from earth, and earthly failing,
Lift for her no voice of wailing.
2 They who die in Christ are blest:

Ours be, then, no thought of grieving
Sweetly with their God they rest,
All their toils and troubles leaving:
So be ours the faith that saveth,
Hope that ev'ry trial braveth,
Love that to the end endureth,

And, through Christ, the crown secureth.

L. M.

RESURRECTION AND JUDGMENT.
989 (945) Resurrection from the grave.
1 SHALL man, O God of light and life,
For ever moulder in the grave?
Canst thou forget thy glorious work,
Thy promise and thy pow'r to save?
2 Shall life revisit dying worms,

And spread the joyful insect's wing!
And O, shall man awake no more
To see thy face, thy name to sing?
3 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fears!
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprung
Death, the last foe, was captive led,

And heav'n with praise and wonder rung.

4 Him, the first-fruits, his chosen sons

Shall follow from the vanquish'd grave
He mounts his throne, the King of kings,
His church to quicken and to save.

5 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors
Unfold to make his children way;
They shall be cloth'd with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day.

6 The trump shall sound, the dust awake;
From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring;
Through heav'n, with joy their myriads rise,
And hail their Savior and their King.

990*

1

JUD

The judgment day.

P. M. 8s

UDGMENT comes !—that day of mourning
Earth in flames!-to ashes turning!
So the Scriptures give us warning.

2 How will fear the soul be rending,
When the Judge is seen descending,
Angel-hosts their Lord attending!

3 Hark, the trump!-its blast of wonder
Tears the graves of earth asunder!
These, their prison'd charge surrender;—
4 Death and nature frighted, quaking,
While the dead, their tombs forsaking,
Are their place for trial taking!

5 Then, before the world collected,
Books are open'd and inspected,
And by these the doom directed.

6 When the Judge, for judgment seated,
Marks for vengeance unremitted,
Open crimes and crimes secreted;-

7 Guilty-what can I be pleading?
Who for me be interceding?

Saints themselves are mercy needing.

8 Savior, thron'd in exaltation,
Thou hast wrought a free salvation,
Save me row from condemnation!

991/

TH

HE day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass awayWhat power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day?2 When, shriv'ling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, And louder yet, and yet more dread, Resounds the trump that wakes the dead? 3 O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ, the sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 992 (949) Christ's right hand.

C. P. M.

1 WHEN thou, my righteous judge, shalt come

To call thy ransom'd people home,

Shall I among them stand?

Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all;

But, can I bear the piercing thought?
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?
3 Prevent it, Lord, by thy rich grace;
Be thou my soul's sure hiding-place,
In this, th' accepted day:

Thy pard'ning voice O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear;
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4 Let me among thy saints be found,
Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound,
And see thy smiling face:

Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
While heav'n's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sov'reign grace.

9931

ETERNITY.

Longing for a view of heaven.

10 LET our thoughts and wishes fly

Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!

2 There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,

In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Expos'd to no decay.

3 Lord, send a beam of light divine
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving look of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 O then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent souls shall rise

C. M.

To those bright scenes where pleasures spring
Immortal in the skies.

994 (950) The heavenly rest. P. M. 8.6.8.8.6.

1

THERE is an hour of peaceful rest,
To mourning wand'rers giv'n;

There is a joy for souls distress'd,
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-
"Tis found above-in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of ev'n;
A couch for weary mortals spread,
Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driv❜n;

When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,

And all is drear-but heav'n.