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5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

6 Rather, my spirit would rejoice,
And long and wish to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine.

HYMN 89. L. M.

The warning of Mortality.

1 THAT awful hour will soon appear,
Swift on the wings of time it flies:
When all that pains or pleases here,
Will vanish from my closing eyes.

2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence, And none resist the fatal dart;

Continual warnings strike my sense,
And shall they fail to strike my heart?

3 Think, O my soul, how much depends
On the short period of a day:

Shall time, which heaven in mercy lends,
Be negligently thrown away?

4 Lord of my life! inspire my heart
With heavenly ardour, grace divine;
Nor let thy presence e'er depart,

For strength, and life, and death are thine.

5 O teach me the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve;

And while my days are shortening still,
Prepare me for the joys above.

HYMN 90. C. M.

The death of a believer.

1 IN vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint
When yielding up his breath.
One gentle sigh his fetters breaks
We scarce can say "He's gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes

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Her station near the throne.

Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in her flight;

No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides that world of light.

Thus much, and this is all, we know,
They are completely blest;

Have done with sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view;
Then let us followers be of them,

That we may praise him too.

HYMN 91. c. M.

"Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord."

1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead :

Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are!

From sufferings and from sin releas'd,
And freed from every snare.

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Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN 92. 6 LINES 8s.

Death hopeless without Christ.

1 LET reason vainly boast her power
To teach her children how to die ;
The sinner, in a dying hour,

Needs more than reason can supply;
A view of Christ, the sinner's friend,
Alone can cheer him in the end.

2 When nature sinks beneath disease,
And every earthly hope is fled;
What then can give the sinner ease ?
What then can soothe his dying bed?
Jesus, thy word his heart can cheer,
He's blest e'en then, if thou art near.

3 The gospel does salvation bring,

And Jesus is the gospel's theme;
In death the saints rejoice and sing,
And triumph in their Saviour's name :
"O death, where is thy sting?" they cry,
"O grave, where is thy victory?"

4 Then let me die the death of those,

Whose peace is made through Jesus' blood,
Who on his faithfulness repose,

And know that he indeed is God:
Around his throne, O may we meet,
And cast our crowns beneath his feet!

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HYMN 93. C. M.

Consolation for mourners.

WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the Redeemer's body lay,
And cheer'd its silent gloom.

The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
And soften'd every bed:

Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

Thence he arose, ascending high,

And show'd our feet the way:

We too to meet our Lord shall fly,
At the great rising-day.

MORNING AND EVENING.

HYMN 94. L. M.

Morning hymn.

1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me while I slept;

Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, may of endless life partake.

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3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew:
Scatter my sins as morning dew;

Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say;

That all my powers, with all their might,
In thy sole glory may unite.

5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 95. L. M.

For morning or evening.

1 MY God, how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new ;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil like early dew.

2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my slumbering powers.
3 I yield those powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days:
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HYMN 96. L. M.

Evening hymn.

1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night
For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings!

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