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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.
D 1 SERVANT of God, well done!

u Rest from thy loved employ; s The battle fought, the victory wop,

Enter thy Master's joy.
2 The voice at midnight came,

He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,

He fell,-but felt no fear.
p 3 The paiņs of death are past,

Labor and sorrow cease;.
And, life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.
s 4 Soldier of Christ, well done!

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 ?
6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know :

Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead!
- Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply

To truths divinely given :
The forms which underneath thee lie,

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,

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With holy joy, or guilty dread,

We all shall soon appear ;
2 Our cautioned souls prepare

For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,

And stir us up to pray.
3 O may we all be found

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 !
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 T 0! he comes! with clouds descending,

1. Once for favored sinners slain; Thousand, thousand saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train:

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,


Pierced and nailed him to the tree,

Deeply wailing
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain,

Heaven and earth shall flee away ;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;

Come to judgment!
Come to judgment! come away!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,

High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour! take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for thine own!

Oh come quickly-
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come! Oliver.
HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]

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.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay, p Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labors done, securely laid

Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,

The storms of life shall beat.
--4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

_The vital spark shall lie;
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise

To seek its kindred sky.
5 These ashes too, this little dust,

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 Jesus, my Redeemer lives,

My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,

In power and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,

Lie vanquished at his feet. e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour,

And make my form their prey,
I know I shall arise with power,

On the last judgment day:
When God shall stand upon the earth,

Him there mine eyes shall see;
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! 0, how long

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;
Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.
u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet sound,

The latest lightning glare;
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,

And all in smoke expire!
--4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,

When nature is destroyed,
And no created thing remains

Throughout the flaming void.

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