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HY M N XLII.
Or shake at Death's Alarms 'Tis but the Voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his Arms.
Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as Time can move? Why should we wish the Hours more flow,
That keep us from our Love? Why should we tremble to convey
Their Bodies to the Tomb : T'here the dear Flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a sweet Perfume.
The Graves of all his Saints he blessid,
And soft'ned every Bed ;
But with their dying Head ?
And Thew'd our Feet the Way! Up to the Lord our Flesh shall fly
At the great rising Day.
H Y M N XLIII.
of my Frame"; I would survey Life's narrow Space,
And learn how frail I am,
A Span is all that we can boaft,
An Inch or two of Time:
In all his Flow'r and Prime.
Like Shadows o'er the Plain,
But all their Noife is vain.
Some walk in Honour's gaudy Show,
Some dig for golden Ore : They toil for Heirs, they know not who,
And ftrait are seen no more. We are but Strangers here below,
As all our Fathers were; May we be well prepar’d to go,
When we the Summons hear;
H Y M N XLIV.
And think how near it ftands, When thou must quit this House of Clay;
And fly to unknown Lands.
And place us in their Stead !
And converse with the Dead.
In their own glorious Forms,
To dwell with mortal Worms,
H Y M N XLV. A Funeral Hymn for a Believer,
VIS finish'd! 'tis done!
The Spirit is fled, The Pris'ner is gone,
The Chriftian is dead; The Christian is living,
In Jesus his Love, And gladly receiving
A Kingdom above.
All Honour and Praise
Are Jesus's Due; Supported by Grace,
He fought his Way thro' : Triumphantly glorious,
Thro' Jesus's Zeal, And more than victorious,
O'er Sin, Death, and Helf. Then let us record
The conqu’ring Name, Our Captain and Lord
With Shoutings proclaim ; Who trust in his Paffion,
And follow our Head, To certain Salvation
We all thall be led.
O Jesus ! lead on
Thy militant Care, And give us the Crown
Of Righteousness there :
Where dazzl'd with Glory
The Seraphim gaze, Or proftate adore thee
In Silence of Praise
Come, Lord and display
Thy Sign in the Sky, And bear us away
To Mansions on high; The Kingdom be giv'n,
The Purchase divine, And crown us in Heay'n
H Y M N XLVI.
Another is enter'd his Reft,
And lodg’d in Immanuel's Breast: The Soul of our Sister is gone
To heighten the Triumph above, Exalted to Jesus's Throne,
And clasp'd in the Arins of his Love.
How happy the Angels that fall
Transported at Jesus's Name !
To share in the Feast of the Lamb !
Who next from his Dungeon shall fly? Who first shall be fummon'd away?
My merciful God-Is it I?
O Jefus ! If this be thy Will,
That suddenly I should depart, Thy Council of Mercy reveal,
And whisper the Call to my Heart. O give me a Signal to know
If foon thou would'ft have me to inove, And leave the dull Body below,
And fly to the Regions of Love.
H Y M N XLVII.
Hath call'd another to his Breast :
By minift'ring Spirits convey'd,
Will not the righteous Judge bestow