4 To thee, our Father, would we look, 544. C. M. Death of a Minister. DODDRIDGE. 1 WHAT though the arm of conquering death What though our teacher and our friend 2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The watchful eye in darkness closed, Lord, be our Leader and our Guide, 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, And shall be fed with what he gives, 545. 10s. M. Death of a Minister in his Prime. MONTGOMERY 1 GO to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power; A Christian cannot die before his time; The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; Rest on thy sheaves; thy harvest-task is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won. 3 Go to the grave; for there thy Saviour lay In death's embrace, ere he arose on high; And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 4 Go to the grave; no; take thy seat above; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written word. 546. 8 & 7s. M. Death of a Pastor. L. H. SIGOURNEY. 1 PASTOR, thou art from us taken Falls ere time its verdure sears. In God's temple, once so dear, Where immortal fountains flow, 4 May the conquering faith, that cheered thee 547. S. M. The Death of an aged Minister. MONTGOMERY. 1 " SERVANT of God, well done! The battle fought, the victory won, 2 The voice at midnight came ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame ; 3 Tranquil amid alarms, It found him on the field, 4 The pains of death are past; 5 Soldier of Christ, well done! 548. L.M. Death of a Parent. LUTHERAN COLI.. WHILE you with mournful thoughts deplore 2 Does he not bid his children come Through death's dark shades to realms of light: Yet, when he calls them to their home, Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? 3 His word here let your souls rely Immortal consolation gives : Your Heavenly Father cannot die, 549. L. M. "Thy Will be done." ANONYMOUS. 1 WHEN called, O Lord, to mourn the doom While o'er the closing, silent tomb, Still, still the humble soul would say, For all thy dealings Lord are just, That love which ne'er thy stroke would shun; To say in faith, "Thy will be done." The Christian's Triumph over Death. 1 O, FOR a firm and lively faith, 2 Joyful, with all the strength we have, WATTS. "Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? 3 Pardon and life, how dear each word! 4 All glory be to God on high, Who makes us conquerors, though we die, 551. L. M. The Light of the Gospel on the Tomb. GASKELL. 1 DARK, dark indeed, the grave would be, Had we no light, O God, from thee; If all we saw were all we knew, 2 But fearless now we rest in faith, 4 But calmly now we see them go 1 IN the broad fields of heaven, ANONYMOUS. 2 They sing of earth and heaven, — 553. To God, their gracious Father, Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; Their bright and holy rest. 7s. M. The Pastor's Funeral. H. S. WASHburn. 1 FATHER, gathered round the bier, |