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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
Sekwhen op'ning life awa orrupted fel
651 When op'ning graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake ;---
Shall incorrupted rise ;
Immortal in the skies.
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?
'Twas this that arm'd thy dart;
To pierce the sinner's heart.
Disarms that foe we dread;
Through Christ, our living head.'
Though dangers rise around;
Yet more and more abound :-
We labour not in vain;
Th' eternal crown shall gain.) Scotch Par.
HYMN 233. C. M. Arundel. [*]
The Last Tempest. e 1 W HÉN wild confusion wrecks the air,
And tempests rend the skies ;
In harsh disorder rise ;-
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;
'In angry murmurs try. :
And clouds the heavens deform; ‘Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
And rush the final storm!
Bid thy swift chariot fly;
And snatch me to the sky.
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,
'Never more to see my face:
‘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 ;
Be the refuge of my soul : [light'nings d Jesus, save me! Jesus, save me! when the
Blaze around from pole to pole.
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 !
Rise to life from earth and sea;
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!
“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.
That thou the only Lord,
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.
O Lord, confesses thee,
Of boundless majesty :-
And Holy Ghost, the spring Of never ceasing joy ; 0 Christ, Of glory thou art King