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.
ERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;

SEE

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 pains 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 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head

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!

-7 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.

g 1 HE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
TH
When heaven and earth shall pass
-What power shall be the sinner's stay? [away!
How shall he meet that dreadful day-

2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that was 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.

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HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz.

'HE

Christ's Second Coming.

[*]

Scott.

E comes! the Conqueror comes!
Death falls beneath his sword;
The joyful prisoners burst the tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

02 The trumpet sounds, "Awake!
"Ye dead, to judgment come !"

S

The pillars of creation shake,

While man receives his doom. 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 1 HOU Judge of quick and dead,

THO
Before whose bar severe,

With holy joy, or guilty dread,

We all shall soon appear;
2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day;

care,

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

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An everlasting rest.

Wesley's Col.

HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*] E comes! he comes! the Judge severe ! 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 TO! he comes! with clouds descending,
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L Once for favored sinners slain;

Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!-

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,

S

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!

HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'.

Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.

Oliver.

[b]

e 1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's Amid the deepening gloom,

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
In this our last retreat,
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,

u

And the long silent dust shall burst

[path,

With shouts of endless praise. H. K. White.

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HYMN 464. C. M. Archdale. [*]
The Resurrection of the Christian.

Y

My faith shall triumph o'er the grave,

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! O, how long

Shall this bright hour delay!

s O, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day.

Watts.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or b]

e 1 JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee,
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.