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Often bless thy guardian care,
While my triumphs
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
With the ransomed,
The Living and the Dead. e 1 W HERE are the dead? In heaven or hell
W Their disembodied spirits dwell; Their buried forms in bonds of clay, Reserved until the judgment-day. -2 Who were the dead? The sons of time,
In every age, and state, and clime; Renowned, dishonoured, or forgot, The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living? On the ground, Where prayer is heard, and mercy found; Where in the period of a span, The mortal makes th' immortal man. 4 Who are the living? They whose breath Draws every moment nigh to death; Of bliss or wo the eternal heirs ; O what an awful choice is theirs ! 5 Then, timely warned, may we begin, To follow Christ, and flee from sin, Daily grow up in him our Head, Lord of the living and the dead. Montgomery. HYMN 447. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b or *]
The Dead who die in the Lord.
I The moment after death,
When he resigns his breath.
We scarce can say, “ He's gone," Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.
Tkain our far who die in the
-3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her heavenward flight; No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that world of light.
They are supremely blest; .
And with their Saviour rest.
His presence always view ;-
There we shall praise him too. Neuton.
HYMN 448.78. Sabbath. fb or *]
The dying Christian to his Soul.
Y Quit, О quit this mortal frame!
And let me languish into life!
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Tell me, my soulcan this be death ?
O grave! where is thy victory?
HYMN 449. 8 & 7. Greenville. [*]
The departing Saint. 1 ITAPPY soul, thy days are ended,
1 All thy mourning days below; Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go! 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above, Shows the glory of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast, To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest. 4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain; . Die, to live the life of glory-Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. C. Wesley. HYMN 450. L. M. Munich. [b]
The Death of the Righteous. p1 TTOW blest the righteous when they die.
I1 When holy souls retire to rest!
Where lights and shades alternate dwell!
Barbauld. HYMN 451. ' C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]
Happy Death of a Christian.
We would not weep for thee;
It is--that thou art free.
The tears of love restrain;
Could wish thee here again!
Sustained by grace divine :
And make our end like thine.. Dale. HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville. sb or *1
Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Survivors.
I O’er the grave of those you love :
We would neck the start
o Gent) wish thaw thy wain;
p 2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely through night's deepening shade, u Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head. s 3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
They shall never--never die!
Sickness, there, no more can come;
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Grief and suffering are no more.
Ended is the glorious strife; u Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallowed up of life!
Far from earth the spirit flies,
Triumphing in Paradise.
Death to thee, to us, is gain : s Thou art entered into joy :
Let the unbelievers mourn;
Death of a Sister.
1. The heaven-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplished at last, And now she's entombed with the dead
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The months of affliction are o'er,
She has found a happy release.
Since Christ was her life when below. s Her soul'has now taken its flight
To mansions of glory above,
. : Sleeping in Jesus.
A From which none ever wakes to weep! A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!
To be for such a slumber meet : g With holy confidence to sing :
That death hath lost its venomed sting! p 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear-no wo, shall dim that hour,
That manifests the. Saviour's power. - 4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be: Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Debars this precious "hiding place :" On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,
Believers find the same repose
From whurbed ref foe
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