1069 A voice from the grave. C. M. HA 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, The tall, the wise, the reverend head, 3 Great God! is this our certain doom, Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, 1070 Christ's L. M. HY should we start, and fear to die? WHY Death is the gate to endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. Fond of our prison and our clay. 30 would my Lord his servant meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 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. 1071 C. M. Death of children. HY life I read, my gracious Lord, Thine image trace in every word, 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms 3 I take these little lambs, said he, 4 Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve my love; Millions of infant souls compose 5 His words the happy parents hear, O Saviour, all we have and are 1072 4th P. M. 886, 886. The momentous question. AND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve, And props the house of clay? My sole concern, my single care, 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, If now the Judge is at the door, 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, But, O! when both shall end, With fiends or angels spend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, How make mine own election sure; 6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray; Ah! write the pardon on my heart; 1073 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. The grave disarmed of its terrors. MAN dieth and wasteth a from the skies, I hear a voice answer and say,- 2 No terror has death, or the grave, To those who believe in the LordWho know the Redeemer can save, And lean on the faith of his word: While ashes to ashes, and dust We give unto dust, in our gloom, 3 O Lord God Almighty! to thee And sing, with one heart and accord,He gave, and he taketh away, And praised be the name of the Lord. 1074 Victory over the fears of death. C. M. 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure ; 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die, Through Christ, our living Head... 1075 L. M. Disembodied saints. HE saints who die of Christ possess'd, THE Enter into immediate rest; For them no further test remains, With praises of redeeming love. 1076 L. M. The Christian's parting hour. OW sweet the hour of closing day, When all is peaceful and serene, And when the sun, with cloudless ray, Sheds mellow lustre o'er the scene! 2 Such is the Christian's parting hour; So peacefully he sinks to rest; When faith, endued from heaven with power, Sustains and cheers his languid breast. 3 Mark but that radiance of his eye, In language that no tongue can speak. To bear him to their bright abode. 5 Who would not wish to die like those Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless? To sink into that soft repose, Then wake to perfect happiness? |