"I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY."

No, I would not always live,
Always sin, repent, and grieve,
Always in my dungeon groan,
Always serve a God unknown;
Or if Thou appear'st to me,
Darkly through a glass I see,
Know in part, and deeply mourn,
Till I to Thy arms return.

Pardoned, still for sin I grieve,
Never can myself forgive;

Weeping, tho' my heart were pure,

Would I to the end endure;

Still lament, and daily die,

Till my Saviour from the sky
Wipe the gracious tears away,
Bear me to eternal day.

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LORD JESUS, RECEIVE MY SPIRIT!"

SHRINKING from the cold hand of death,
I soon shall gather up my feet;
Shall soon resign my mortal breath,
And die, my fathers' God to meet.

Numbered among Thy people, I

Expect with joy Thy face to see: Because Thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death remember me!

O that without a lingering groan
I may the welcome word receive;
My body, with my charge, lay down,
And cease at once to work and live!

Walk with me through the dreadful shade,
And certify that Thou art mine;
My spirit, calm and undismayed,

I shall into Thy hands resign.

No anxious doubts, no guilty gloom,

Shall damp when Jesu's presence cheers ; My light, my life, my God is come,

And glory in his face appears!

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age

and feebleness extreme,

Who shall a helpless worm redeem? -Jesus, my only hope Thou art, Strength of my failing flesh and heart! Oh! could I catch a smile from Thee, And drop into eternity!

"O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING?"

DEATHLESS principle, arise!
Soar, thou native of the skies!
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To His glorious likeness wrought!
Go to shine before His throne;
Deck His mediatorial crown;
Go, His triumph to adorn,-
Made for God, to God return.

Lo! He beckons from on high,-
Fearless to His presence fly:
Thine the merit of His blood;
Thine the righteousness of God!
Angels, joyful to attend,

Hovering, round thy pillow bend;
Wait to catch the signal given,

And escort thee quick to heaven.

Is thy earthly house distress'd,
Willing to retain her guest?
'Tis not thou, but she, must die.
Fly, celestial tenant, fly!
Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay;
Sweetly breathe thyself away:
Singing, to thy crown remove,

Swift of wing, and fired with love.

Shudder not to pass the stream;
Venture all thy care on Him;
Him, whose dying love and power
Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar.
Safe is the expanded wave;
Gentle as a summer's eve;
Not one object of His care
Ever suffer'd shipwreck there.

See the haven full in view!

Love divine shall bear thee through. Trust to that propitious gale;

Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail.

Saints in glory perfect made,

Wait thy passage through the shade ;

Ardent for thy coming o'er,

See! they throng the blissful shore.