5 May we to thy bleeding cross,
Soul and body faften;
All for Jefus count but loss,
To his coming haften!

6 Take our hearts so often bleft,
Yet fo oft rebelling:
Let them on thy bofom reft,

In thy wounds ftill dwelling!

7 Now, O Lord, that we have fed
On thy body broken,

Bruise within the ferpent's head,
Of thy love the token.

8 None from trials are below
Totally exempted,
All-fufficient grace beflow,
Succour, Lord, the tempted!

9

Guard us from the tempter's wiles,
From the fin of Judas;

From the world's deceitful fmiles,
Till to heav'n thou lead us.

H Y M N

CCCLXXXV.-C. M.

Funeral Hymns.

HEE we adore eternal name,

THEE
And humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2 Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill,
As months and days increase;
And ev'ry beating pulfe we tell
Leaves but the number lefs.

3

The year

rolls round and steals away,

The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground
To push us to the tomb ;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God on what a flender thread,
Hang everlafting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or endless woe,
Attends our ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go,
Upon the breath of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowfy fenfe
To walk this danger'ous road;
And if our fouls are hurry'd hence
May they be found with God.

HYMN

1

H Y M N

CCCLXXXVL-C. M.

WHY do we mourn departing friends,

Or fhake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jefus fends To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,
As faft as time can move?

Why should we wish the hours more flow,
That keep us from our Love?

8 Why fhould we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb !

There the dear flesh of Jefus lay,
And left a fweet perfume.

4 The graves of all his faints he bless'd,
And foften'd ev'ry bed:

Where fhould the dying members reft,
But with their dying Head?

5 Thence he arofe, afcending high,
And fhew'd our feet the way!
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rifing day.

HYMN

1

HYMN CCCLXXXVII.C, M.

ΜΥ

Y foul, come, meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou muft quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb;
This gloomy prifon waits for you,
Whene'er the fummons come.)

3 Oh! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead.

4 Then should we see the faints above,
In their own glorious forms,

And wonder why our fouls fhould love,
To dwell with mortal worms.

5 (How we should scorn these cloaths of flesh,
These fetters, and this load:

And long for ev'ning to undrefs,
That we may reft with God.)

6 We fhould almost forsake our clay
Before the fummons come,

And pray, and wish our fouls away,
To their eternal home.

HYMN

1

HYMN CCCLXXXVIII.-C. M.

R

OUSE up, my foul, the awful day
Is coming fwiftly on,

When thou must leave this house of clay,
And fly to worlds unknown.

2 When thou must rife to realms of light,
Where all the holy dwell:

3

Or fink with all the fons of night,
To mifery and hell.

Oh! to what region must thou go,
Where will thy lot be caft?
In heav'nly bliss, or hellish woe?
When this fhort life is past?

4 Is Chrift thy Saviour, God thy God,

5

And heav'n thy chosen rest?

Would't thou with them make thine abode, And there be ever bleft?

move,

Where all in prompt obedience
Glad to perform their parts:
Whilft holy joy, and heav'nly love,
Tune all their tongues and hearts.

6 Would fuch delights, my foul, as these,
Yield happiness to thee?

Such work, and fuch companions please,
Thro' all eternity?