601. 2 The Author of thy being 3 With those that went before thee, Thy soul hath found its place. 4 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; They cannot, cannot leave thee, 5 From all thy care and sorrow 7s. M. The Christian's Death. 1 Lo! the prisoner is released, And his warfare now is o'er ; Grief and suffering are no more, C. WESLEY. 2 Yes! the Christian's course is run, 3 Join we then with one accord 602. 603. C. M. The Mourner Comforted. 1 0, WEEP not for the joys that fade KNOWLES. For hopes that, like the stars decayed, 20 weep not for the friends that pass As breezes sweep the withered grass For though thy pleasures may depart, C. M. Consolations in Bereavement. WILSON. 1 THE air of death breathes through our souls, By day and night the death-bell tolls, 2 The loving ones we loved the best, And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, 3 But not when the death-prayer is said, 4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, We think of thee, and feel in death 5 Dim is the light of vanished years O idle grief! O foolish tears! 604. S. M. CH. PSALMODY. The Peaceful Death of the Righteous. 10, FOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 3 With us their names shall live Through long-succeeding years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give,— Our praises and our tears. 394 -- 605. L. M. 61. SARAH F. Adams. "And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre." 1 THE mourners came at break of day With darkened hearts to weep and pray, and 2 Then mourn we not beloved dead, To brighter realms of endless day; pray; 606. SUBMISSION AND RELIANCE. C. M. "Trust ye in the Lord." ANONYMOUS. 1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, 2 When clouds of dark temptation rise, To thee for aid I turn my eyes, And fix my trust on thee. 3 When death invades my peaceful home, A closer bond in time to come, To bind my heart to thee. 4 Lord,- "Not my will but thine be done!" 607. L. M. DODDRIDGE. Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126. 1 THE darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, And nature pours forth all her tears. 2 But seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown: 3 In secret foldings they contain 4 Then shall the trembling mourner come 608. L. M. 61. "He is able to save unto the uttermost.” GRANT. 1 WHEN Vexing thoughts within me rise, |