2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In the Redeemer's breast.

o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain;

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain,
4 I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv❜rer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

e 5 Oh, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,

Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

o 6 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
o They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
-7 Oh what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life and friends away;

But let me find them all again,
In that eternal day.

HYMN 224. L. M. Carthage. [b *]

Death of the Sinner and Saint.

1 WHAT scenes of horrour and of dread

Await the sinner's dying bed!

Death's terrours all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night!

e 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.
3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest :

o Death strikes the blow he groans and criesAnd, in despair and horrour-dies.

-4 Not so the heir of heavenly bliss:
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene ;
No terrours in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
-6 Lord, make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last.

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T

Fawcett.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Infants, living or dying, in the arms of Christ.
HY life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in ev'ry word,
Thy love in ev'ry line.

2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face,
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.

d 3 'I take these little lambs,' said he,
'And lay them in my breast;
'Protection they shall find in me-
'In me be ever blest.

4 'Death may the bands of life unloose,
'But can't dissolve my love;

'Millions of infant souls compose

"The family above.

5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise,

'And mould with heavenly skill:

'I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 'And hands to do my will.'

o 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear, And shout, with joys divine,

d 'Dear Saviour, all we have and are, 'Shall be for ever thine.'

1 T

Stennet.

HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]

YE

On the death of Children. Isa. iv, 5.

E mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead,

Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye liej

Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view
A heavenly Parent nigh.

e 3 Though, your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand;
o With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by the Almighty's hand.

d 4 'I'll give the mourner,' saith the Lord,
'In my own house a place;
'No name of daughters and of sons
"Could yield so high a grace.

5 'Transient and vain is every hope
'A rising race can give

'In endless honour and delight,

'My children all shall live.'

-6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Through which thy face we see;

[hearts,

o And bless those wounds which, through our

Prepare a way to thee.

Doddridge.

HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]

Death of a Young Person.

THEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,

Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, Oh, may this truth, impress'd

e With awful power-I too must die— Sink deep in every breast.

e 3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

-It bids us seize the present hour!
To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey ;

Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

:

o 5 Oh let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;

Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

-6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.

1

HYMN 228. C. M. Zion. [*]

Steele.

Death of Pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv, 13, 14.
NAKE comfort, christians, when your
In Jesus fall asleep ;

TAK

Their better being never ends;
Then why dejected weep?
2 Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given?
Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heaven.
3 As Jesus died, and rose again,
Victorious from the dead;

o So his disciples rise and reign,
With their triumphant head.

[friends

e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend;

g And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.

5 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake;

o The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundation shake.

o 6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
-The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

7 A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore;

o Where death-divided friends, at last, Shall meet to part no more.

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Scotch Par.

HYMN 229. C. M, St. Paul's. [b*]

YE

⠀⠀ The Christian's Farewell.

E golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light ;
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,

In brighter flames array'd;

My soul that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode;

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

o 4 The Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;

Nor the meridian sun decline,

Amidst those brighter skies.

g 6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

1

Doddridge.

HYMN 230. 8s. Consolation. [*]

HOW

Death Gain to a Belicver.

OW blest is our friend-now bereft
Of all that could burden his mind!
How easy his soul-that has left
This wearisome body behind?
Of evil incapable thou,

Whose relics with envy I see;
No longer in misery now-
No longer a sinner like me.
2 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war with the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again.
No anger, henceforward, nor shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.
3 This languishing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immoveable breast,
Is heav'd by affliction no more.