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No pain the inhabitants feel,
HYMN 444. C. M.
HEN bending o'er the brink of life
Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
p 2 When every long-loved scene of life
When the last sigh that shakes the frame
3 0 thou great source of joy supreme,
4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand Beneath my sinking head; s And with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed !
5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
Dwell on each immortal wire. 3 From the sparkling turrets there, Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
Greenville. [b or *]
HYMN 445. 7, & 4.
p 1 WHE
THEN the vale of death appears,
Usher in eternal day.
2 Starting from this dying state,
Often bless thy guardian care,
At my Leader's feet I lay.
4 And when mighty trumpets blown,
Judge and Saviour, own my name!
HYMN 446. L. M. Dresden. [b]
Their buried forms in bonds of clay,
HERE are the dead? In heaven or hell
-2 Who were the dead? The sons of time,
The mortal makes th' immortal man.
4 Who are the living? They whose breath
O what an awful choice is theirs!
5 Then, timely warned, may we begin,
The Dead who die in the Lord.
The glories that surround the saint,
Lanesboro'. [b or *]
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks; We e scarce can say, "He's gone," Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.
-3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
85 On harps of gold his name they praise,
And if we here their footsteps trace,
HYMN 448. 7s. Sabbath. [b or *]
The dying Christian to his Soul. ITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying; Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! e 2 Hark, they whisper-angels say, o "Sister spirit, come away!" p What is this absorbs me quite,
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul-can this be death? a 3 The world recedes !-it disappears! o Heaven opens on my eyes!-my ears u With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
HYMN 449. 8 & 7.
The departing Saint.
Go, by angel-guards attended,
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above, Shows the glory of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love
3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
HYMN 450. L. M.
The Death of the Righteous.
TOW blest the righteous when they die,
P1H When holy souls retire to rest!
How mildly beams the closing eye!
3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! 8 How bright th' unchanging morn appears! p Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!
HYMN 451. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]
EAR as thou wert, and justly dear,
One thought shall check the starting tear,-
2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
3 Gently the passing spirit fled, Sustained by grace divine:
Oh may such grace on us be shed,
HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville. [b or *] Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Sur
1 THINK, O ye who fondly languish
2 While our silent steps are straying, Lonely through night's deepening shade, u Glory's brightest beams are playing Round the happy Christian's head. 3 Light and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most high, In his glorious presence living,
They shall never-never die! 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,
Sickness, there, no more can come ;
Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.
HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham. [*] 1 O! the prisoner is released,
Where the weary are at rest,
2 Yes, the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; u Fought the fight, the work is done, Death is swallowed up of life! s Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth the spirit flies, Finds his God, and sits and sings, Triumphing in Paradise.
-3 Let the world bewail their dead,
HYMN 454. 8s. Goshen. [b or *]
e 1 'IS finished! the conflict is past, The heaven-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplished at last,
And now she's entombed with the dead