3 Ah trust not to your fleeting breath, 4 And you who hitherto are spar'd, Must shortly yield your lives; Your wisdom is to be prepar'd Before the stroke arrives. 5 The grass, when dead, revives no more; You die to live again ; But ah! if death should prove the door To everlasting pain. 6 Lord, help us to obey Thy call, That from our sins set free, When, like the grass, our bodies fall, Well pleased Thou shalt hear : 7.6. 3 By Thee, through life supported, 230. Ascension Day. T.M. GOD is gone up on high With a triumphant noise; The clarions of the sky Proclaim th' angelic joys. Join, all the earth, rejoice and sing; 2 God seen in flesh below, For us He reigns above; 3 High on His holy seat, He bears the righteous sway; 4 His foes and ours are one, Satan, the world, and sin; 231. Address to Jehovah. Join, &c. BLESSED be Thy name for ever, 8's Thou canst guard Thy creatures sleeping, 2 Thou, who slumberest not, nor sleepest, Blest are they Thou kindly keepest: God of evening's parting ray, Of midnight's gloom and dawning day, Blessed be Thy name for ever! 232. House of God. 8,6,8. HOW sacred is that chosen spot 2 And ever in this calm abode With bended knee, and bowing head, May each adoring sinner find 4 And by Thy blood, and by Thy tears, And make these hearts Thine own ; 233. Death of a Christian. P.M. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Tho' sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; Thy Saviour has pass'd thro' its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide thro' the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the SINLESS has died! 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and its mansion forsaking, Perhaps thy tried spirit in fear linger'd long: But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee. Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide; He gave thee and took thee, and He will restore thee, And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died. THE Saviour's gentle voice S.M. Calls children to His breast; 2 Forbid them not, nor scorn An infant's humble claim ; The heirs of heav'n are such as these; 2 Our little ones accept, We yield them, Lord, to Thee; 235. Paschal Lamb. HAIL, Thou once despised Jesus! Thou didst suffer to release us; Life is given through Thy name. Thou hast full atonement made: 8.7. |