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3 Labor. Jons Found
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.
On the Death of an aged Minister.
u Rest from thy loved employ; s The battle fought, the victory wop,
Enter thy Master's joy.
He started up to hear;
He fell,-but felt no fear.
Labor and sorrow cease;.
His soul is found in peace.
Praise be thy new employ, And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. Montgomery. HYMN 457.. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]
Funeral. p 1 DENEATH our feet and o’er our head
D Is equal warning given : Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven! 2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay : And ere another day is gone,
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
Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day. 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age · Halt feebly to the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come ?
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead!
To truths divinely given :
Shall live, for hell or heaven! Pratt's Col. HYMN 458, L. M. Monmouth. [b or *]
The Day of Judgment. g1 MT HE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
1 When heaven and earth shall pass -What power shall be the sinner's stay? [away! How shall he meet that dreadful day2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet, more dread;
Swells the high trump that wakes 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.
Scott. HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*]:
Christ's Second Coming. Di LTE comes ! the Conqueror comes !
| Death falls beneath his sword; The joyful prisoners burst the tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord. 0 2 The trumpet sounds, "Awake!
“ Ye dead, to judgment come !" The pillars of creation shake, : :.:. While man receives his doom. s 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 ITTHOU Judge of quick and dead,
1 Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear ;
For that tremendous day;
And stir us up to pray.
Obedient to thy word ; Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord ! 4 O may we all ensure
A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest. Wesley's Col.
HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*] & 1 LTE comes ! he comes! the Judge severe !
I The seventh trumpet speaks him near His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !
See the Almighty Jesus crowned !
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
And all the saints of the Most High:
HYMN 462. 8, 7 & 4. Tamworth. [*] g 1 T 0! he comes! with clouds descending,
1. Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train:
Robed in dreadful majesty;
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Heaven and earth shall flee away ;
Come to judgment!
High on thine eternal throne!
Oh come quickly-
Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life. ei THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's
I Amid the deepening gloom, (path, We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.
And all our powers decay, p Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,
The storms of life shall beat.
_The vital spark shall lie;
To seek its kindred sky.
Our Father's care shall keep, 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, And the long silent dust shall burst u With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White. then his with him second see ;
HIYMN 464. C.M. Archdale. [*]
The Resurrection of the Christian. s1 M Y faith shall triumph o'er the grave,
N1 And trample on the tombs :
My God, my Saviour comes;
In power and glory great;
Lie vanquished at his feet. e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour,
And make my form their prey,
On the last judgment day:
Him there mine eyes shall see;
And ever with him be.
From every weeping eye;
Shall cease eternally.
Shall this bright hour delay! s 0, hasten thy appearance, Lord,
And bring the welcome day. Watts. HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b] e 1 TESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee,
J We seek thy bleeding side;
Shall evermore abide.
The latest lightning glare;
Amidst that general fire,
And all in smoke expire!
When nature is destroyed,
Throughout the flaming void.