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031 the Kabliss os soughlied sair
And find its long sought rest,
In the Redeemers breast.
I now the cross sustain ;
And smile at toil and pain,
Till my Deliv’rer come,
And take his exile home.
Before my ravish'd eyes,
And trees of Paradise.
Who taste the pleasures there; o They all are rab’d in spotless white,
And conquering palms they beár.
If, Lord, thou count me meet, ***
And worship at thy feet!
Take life and friends away;
In that eternal day.
HYMN 224. L. M. Carthage. [b *7
Death of the Sinner and Saint.
W Await the sinner's dying bed!
Presages of eternal night!
And fill his soul with sad surprise ; Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears, And not one ray of hope appears. 3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast ; Where'er he turns he finds no rest : o Death strikes the blow--he groans and anies
And, in despair and horrour-dies.
Where'er hing panggapé appe
With trance in ever
4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss : His soul is fill'd with conscious peace; A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
No terrours in his looks are seen;
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Infants, living or dying, in the arms of Christ. 1 MTHY life I read, my dearest Lord,
1 With transport all divine ; Thine image trace in ev'ry word,
Thy love in ev'ry line. 2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face, While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace. d 3 'I take these little lambs,' said he,
And lay them in my breast; 'Protection they shall find in me
In me .be ever blest. 4. 'Death may the bands of life unloose,
'But can't dissolve my love; Millions of infant souls compose
"The family above. 5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill : • I'll give them tongues to sing my praise,
“And hands to do my will.' 0 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear,
And shout, with joys divine, d 'Dear Saviour, all we have and are, Shall be for ever thine.'
Stennet. HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b *]
.. On the death of Children. Isa. iv, 5. 1 VE mourning saints, whose streaming tears
I Flow o’er your children dead,
Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.
In fond distress ye lies
A heavenly Parent nigh. e 3 Though, your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand; o With fairer verdure shall ye blooin,
Touch'd by the Almighty's hand. d' 4 'I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
In my own house a place ; ‘No name of daughters and of sons
Could yield so high a grace. 5 Transient and vain is every hope
"A rising race can give; 'In endless honour and delight,
My children all shall live.? -6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,
Through which thy face we see; [hearts, o And bless those wounds which, through our
Prepare a way to thee. Doddridge.
HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]
Death of a Young Person. 1 W HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
W By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand. 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh, may this truth, impress'd e With awful power-I too must die
Sink deep in every breast. e 3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb! -It bids us-seize the present hour!
To-morrow death may come.
May every heart obey;
Which calls to watch and pray.
0 5 Oh let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save; .. Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave. -6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power ; This only can prepare the heart For death's surprising hour. Steele.
HYMN 228. C. M. Zion. [*]
Death of Pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv, 15, 14. i M AKE comfort, christians, when your 1 In Jesus fall asleep;
[friends Their better being never ends;
Then why dejected weep? 2 Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given ? Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heaven. 3 As Jesus died, and rose again,
Victorious from the dead; o So his disciples rise and reign,"
With their triumphant head. e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend; g And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend. -5. Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake; o The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundation shake, 0 6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high; -The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky. ng A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore;
Shall meet to part no more." Scotch Par.
* The Christian's Faroroetl..
1 With all your feeble light; Farewell, thot ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
2 And thou, refulgept orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd;
No more demands thy aid...
Of my divine abode ;
Where I shall see my God. 0 4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
With that unvaried day.
Shall swell into my eyes; Nor the meridian sun decline,
Amidst those brighter skies. g 6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite; And each the bliss of all shall view, . With infinite delight.
HYMN 230. 8s. Consolation. [*]
Death Gain to a Belicver. 1 ITOW blest is our friend-now bereft
II Of all that could burden his mind! How easy his soul—that has left This wearisome body behind ? Of evil incapable thou, Whose relics with envy I see; No longer in misery nowNo longer a sinner like me. 2 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war with the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. No anger, henceforward, nor shame, Shall redden his innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 3 This languishing head is at rest ; Its thinking and aching are o’er; This quiet, immoveable breast, Is heav'd by affliction no more.