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This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flotter and beat-m It never shall flutter again. 4 The lids he so seldom could close; By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seald up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep. The fountains can yield no supplies; These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 5 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew, Oh, shall I not ere long become! My spirit created anew-My body consign'd to the tomb! Whitefield. HYMN 231. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]

L A Funeral Hymn. 1. TTNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb

U Take this new treasure to thy trust; And give these sacred relics room, To seek a slumber in the dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose. e 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son

Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed ; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne

The morning break, and pierce the shade. 0 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;

Attend, O earth! his sovereign word ; 0 Restore thy trust -a glorious formCall’d to ascend and meet the Lord. Watts.

HYMN 232. C. M. Sunday. [*]

The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv, 52-58. THEN the last trumpet's awful voice

This rending earth shall shake



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HYMN 233.

651 When op'ning graves shall yield their charge,

And dust to life awake ;---
0 2 Those bodies, that corrupted fell,

Shall incorrupted rise ;
And mortal forms shall spring to life,

Immortal in the skies.
-- Behold, what heavenly prophets sung,

Is now at last fulfilld o Thät death should yield his ancient reign,

And, vanquish’d, quit the field. 0 4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice,

And thus begin to sing ;... d'O grave! where is thy triumph now?

And where, O Death! thy sting?
5 Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt;

'Twas this that arm'd thy dart;
The law gave sin its strength, and force,

To pierce the sinner's heart.
6'But God, whose name be ever blest!

Disarms that foe we dread;
And makes us conqu’rors, when we die,

Through Christ, our living head.'
-7 (Then steadfast let us still remain,

Though dangers rise around;
And in the work prescrib'd by God,

Yet more and more abound :-
0 8 Assur'd, that though we labour now,

We labour not in vain;
But, through the grace of heaven's great Lord,

Th' eternal crown shall gain.) Scotch Par.

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HYMN 233. C. M. Arundel. [*]

The Last Tempest. e 1 W HÉN wild confusion wrecks the air,

And tempests rend the skies ;
Whilst blended ruin, clouds, and fire,

In harsh disorder rise ;-
0 2 Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand,

And strike a tuneful song; d My harp all trembling in my hand, 0 And all inspir’d my tongue.

d 3 'L'll shout aloud, Ye thunders, roll,

And shake the sullen sky;
Your sounding voice, from pole to pole,

'In angry murmurs try. :
4 'Let the earth totter on her base,

And clouds the heavens deform; ‘Blow, all ye winds, from every place,

And rush the final storm!
5 Come quickly, blessed Hope, appear

Bid thy swift chariot fly;
Let angels tell thy coming near,

And snatch me to the sky.
0 6 Around thy wheels, in the glad throng,

I'd bear a joyful part;

All rapture in my heart.

Byles. HYMN 234. 8, 7; & 4. Littleton. [*]

Christ coming to Judgment. 1 T 0, he comes--the King of glory!

L With his chosen tribes to reign; Countless hosts of saints and angels Swell the mighty conqu’ror's train;

Now in triumph,

Sin and death are captive led. g 2 See the rocks and mountains rending

All the nations fill'd with dread! e Hark! the trump of God-proclaiming

Through the mansions of the dead d 'Come to judgment

Stand before the Son of Man !! -3 Now behold the dead awaking;

Great and small before him stand; Not one soul forgot, or missing;

None his orders countermand : a. All stand waiting .

For their last, decisive doom!

Thus address his faithful few ; d 'Come, ye blessed of my Father,

'Heaven is prepared for you ; 'I was hungry- I was thirsty I was naked

And ye minister'd to me.'

e 5 But how awful is the sentence,
d 'Go from me, ye cursed race-
"To that place of endless torment,

'Never more to see my face:
'I was hungry-I was thirsty-I was naked

‘Ye to me no mercy shew'd.' -6 Now awake, ye slumbering virgins,

Trim your lamps; the bridegroom's near; Let your loins with truth be girded, Signs proclaim, he'll soon appear:

Mark! the fig-tree,

Budding, shows the summer's near. 07 Jesus save a trembling sinner,

Though thy wrath o?er sinners roll ;
In this general wreck of nature,

Be the refuge of my soul : [light'nings d Jesus, save me! Jesus, save me! when the

Blaze around from pole to pole.
HYMN 235. 8,7, & 4. Helmsley. [b *)

The Day of Judgment. e 1 T

AY of judgment, day of wonders!

Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, Louder than a thousand thunders,

Shakes the vast creation round! e How the summons

Will the sinner's heart confound ! g 2 See the Judge our nature wearing,

Cloth'd in majesty divine! -You who long for his appearing, d Then shall say, "This GOD is mine.' e Gracious Saviour,

Own me in that day for thine !
O 3 At his call, the dead awaken,

Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature, shaken

By his looks, prepare to flee :: p Careless sinner,

What will then become of thee? e 4 Horrours, past imagination,

Will surprise your trembling heart, When you hear your eandemnation, d 'Hence, accursed wretch, depart!



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“Thou with Satan ' And his angels, have thy part ! -5 But to those who have confessed,

Lov'd and serv'd the Lord below; d He will say, 'Come near, ye blessed,

See the kingdom I bestow :

“You for ever

Shall my love and glory know.'. -6 Under sorrows and reproaches,

May this thought our courage raise : Swiftly God's great day approaches Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise:

We shall triumph8 When the world is in a blaze! Newton.


HYMN 236. C. M. Mitcham. [*]

Te Deum. A General Hymn of Praise.
GOD, we praise thee, and confess,

That thou the only Lord,
And everlasting Father art,

By all on earth ador'd. 2 To thee all angels cry aloud,

To thee the powers on high, Both cherubim, and seraphim,

Continually do cry.3.O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey, “The world is with the glory fill'd

Of thy majestic sway.' 4 Th' apostles' glorious company,

And prophets, crown'd with light, With all the martyrs? noble host,

Thy constant praise recite.
5 The holy church, throughout the world,

O Lord, confesses thee,
That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty :-
6 Thy honour'd, true, and only Son,

And Holy Ghost, the spring Of never ceasing joy ; 0 Christ, Of glory thou art King


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