1077 F P. M. 66, 86, 88. Friends separated for a season. Who hath not lost a friend? That finds not here an end: Form'd for the good alone: 4 Thus star by star declines, As morning high and higher shines, Nor sink those stars in empty night, They hide themselves in heaven's own light. 1078 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Blessedness of those who die in the Lord. In the Lord who sweetly die, Blest, unutterably blest; Jesus is their endless rest. 2 Follow'd by their works they go, Where their Head is gone before; Reconciled 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 heaven. 1079 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Continued.-The Saviour's smile. HY should we lament the lot WHY Let the world, who know us not, 2 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. 3 Angels catch the' approving sound, Waiting for the genʼral doom, When the' archangel's trump shall blowRise, ye dead, to judgment come! 1080 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. JESUS, Thy life a scene of wonder is; Thy death itself is all divine, While, pleased thy spirit to dismiss, 2 Thy death supports the dying saint; To bless me with thy peaceful end: And, breathed into the hands divine, My spirit be received with thine. 1081 Let me die the death of the righteous. 0 FOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! S. M. 2 Their bodies in the ground, 3 Their ransom'd spirits soar, 4 O for the death of those 1082 Death gain to the faithful. C. M. HY should our tears in sorrow flow WH And bids them leave a world of wo, 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those 3 Their toils are past, their work is done, And they are fully blest; They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow; But let our hearts, in every wo, Still say,-Thy will be done. 1083 HOW The end of that man is peace. L. M. OW blest the righteous when he dies! How mildly beam the closing eyes! A calm which life nor death destroys; 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 the' unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's labour 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! 1084 To The death of a pastor. C. M. thee, O God, when creatures fail, And on the' eternal Shepherd's care, 2 When o'er thy faithful servant's dust In speedy tokens of thy grace, 3 The powers of nature all are thine, 4 Exert thy sacred influence here, And change to strains of cheerful praise 1085 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. -Whose faith follow. H Triumphant, to his place above; E'S gone! the spotless soul is gone, The prison walls are broken down; |