6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But there is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. HYMN 456. S. M. Olmutz. [*] On the Death of an aged Minister. SEE s The battle fought, the victory wop, Enter thy Master's joy. 2 The voice at midnight came, A mortal arrow pierced his frame, p 3 The pains of death are past, S 4 Soldier of Christ, well done! Montgomery. HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] Funeral. p 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head equal warning given: Beneath us lie the countless dead, 2 Their names are graven on the stone. Ourselves may be as they. 3 Death rides on every passing breeze, And lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour! 4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And yet shall earth our hearts engage, ? 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know: The earth rings hollow from below, -7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The forms which underneath thee lie, Pratt's Col. HYMN 458, L. M. Monmouth. [b or *] The Day of Judgment. g 1 HE day of wrath! that dreadful day, 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that was the dead? a 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. Ð 1 HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. 'HE Christ's Second Coming. [*] Scott. E comes! the Conqueror comes! 02 The trumpet sounds, "Awake! S The pillars of creation shake, While man receives his doom. 3 Thrice happy morn for those Who love the ways of peace : No night of sorrow e'er shall close, Or shade their perfect bliss. HYMN 460. S. M. Watchman. [b or *] e 1 HOU Judge of quick and dead, THO With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear; care, And fill us now with watchful care, 3 O may we all be found 4 O may we all ensure A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure g 1 An everlasting rest. Wesley's Col. HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*] E comes! he comes! the Judge severe ! The seventh trumpet speaks him near⚫ His lightnings flash; his thunders roll; How welcome to the faithful soul! u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound; See the Almighty Jesus crowned! Girt with omnipotence and grace; And glory decks the Saviour's face. 3 Descending on his azure throne, He claims the kingdoms for his own: The kingdoms all obey his word, And hail him their triumphant Lord. s 4 Shout, all the people of the sky! And all the saints of the Most High: Our Lord, who now his right obtains, For ever and for ever reigns. Wesley's Col. HYMN 462. 8,7 & 4. Tamworth. [*] g 1 TO! he comes! with clouds descending, Thousand, thousand saints attending, Jesus comes,-he comes to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold him, S Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Come to judgment! come away! HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life. Oliver. [b] e 1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King, 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, p Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labors done, securely laid -4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 5 These ashes too, this little dust, o Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep. p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays, u And the long silent dust shall burst [path, With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White. s 1 HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*] Y My faith shall triumph o'er the grave, And trample on the tombs: My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour, And make my form their prey, I know I shall arise with power, When God shall stand upon the earth, My flesh shall feel a second birth, And ever with him be. p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears From every weeping eye; And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, Shall cease eternally. o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long Shall this bright hour delay! s O, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day. Watts. HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b] e 1 JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, -Assured that all who trust in thee u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet sound, e The mountains melt; the solid ground e Dissolve as liquid air; o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll, Amidst that general fire, And shrivel as a parchment scroll, -4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns, And no created thing remains |