2 Saved by the merit of his Lord, Glory and praise to Christ he gives; Yet still his merciful reward According to his works receives; And with the seed he sow'd below, His bliss eternally shall grow. 3 Father, to us vouchsafe the grace Let us his steadfast faith pursue; 1086 SER The crowning hour. NERVANT of God, well done! The battle's fought, the race is won, 2 Of all thy heart's desire Triumphantly possess'd; Thy ceaseless prayer He heard; 4 With saints enthroned on high, S. M. 5 O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest thy Saviour's face. 6 Redeem'd from earth and pain, 1087 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. At rest, and happy. OW blest is our brother, bereft HOW Of all that could burden his mind! How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind! This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. 2 No anger, henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay : Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. This languishing head is at rest; Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immovable breast Is heaved by affliction no more. 3 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Now seal'd in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep; The fountains can yield no supplies; These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 1088 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. Happy death of a sister in the Lord. [OSANNA to Jesus on high! Ho Another has enter'd his rest: To heighten the triumph above; And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 2 How happy the angels that fall Transported at Jesus's name; The saints whom he soonest shall call, Who next from the dungeon shall fly? 3 0 Jesus, if this be thy will, That suddenly I should depart, Thy counsel of mercy reveal, And whisper thy call in my heart; O give me a signal to know If soon thou wouldst have me remove, And leave the dull body below, And fly to the regions above. 1089 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. Triumphant death of a brother. WE EEP not for a brother deceased; A soul out of prison released, And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love. 2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd, 3 There all the ship's company meet, 1090 HAPE 9th P. M. 87, 87, 87, 87. The dying Christian. [APPY soul, thy days are ending, All thy mourning days below; Go, the angel guards attending,To the sight of Jesus go. Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love. 2 Struggle through thy latest passion, To his everlasting rest. For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; Die, to live a life of glory; Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 1091 The grave shall restore its trust. UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; L. M. Take this new treasure to thy trust; 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 1092 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Absent from the body—present with the Lord. LO! the pris'ner is released, Lighten'd of his fleshly load; All his warfare now is o'er: |