Imatges de pÓgina

No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove.
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.

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HYMN 444. C. M.

Dundee. [*]

HEN bending o'er the brink of life

shall stand,

Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command;


p 2 When every long-loved scene of life
Stands ready to depart;

When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart;

3 0 thou great source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!

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,
May I resign my breath!
And in thy fond embraces lose
"The bitterness of death."

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.

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THEN the vale of death appears,
(Faint and cold this mortal clay,)
Kind forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way.
Break the shadows,


Usher in eternal day.

2 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire ;
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell for ever,

Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night and cloud by day,
While my triumphs

At my Leader's feet I lay.

4 And when mighty trumpets blown,
Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,
With the ransomed,

Judge and Saviour, own my name!

HYMN 446. L. M. Dresden. [b]
The Living and the Dead.

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Their buried forms in bonds of clay,
Reserved until the judgment-day.


HERE are the dead? In heaven or hell

spirits dwell;

-2 Who were the dead? The sons of time,
In every age, and state, and clime;
Renowned, dishonoured, or forgot,
The place that knew them knows them not.
3 Where are the living? On the ground,
Where prayer is heard, and mercy found;
Where in the period of a span,

The mortal makes th' immortal man.

4 Who are the living? They whose breath
Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of bliss or wo the eternal heirs ;

O what an awful choice is theirs!

5 Then, timely warned, may we begin,
To follow Christ, and flee from sin,
Daily grow up in him our Head,
Lord of the living and the dead.
HYMN 447. C. M.

The Dead who die in the Lord.
N vain our fancy strives to paint

The glories that surround the saint,
When he resigns his breath.


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.

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-3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her heavenward flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil,
Which hides that world of light.

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
They are supremely blest;

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

85 On harps of gold his name they praise,
His presence always view;-

And if we here their footsteps trace,
There we shall praise him too.

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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!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?

HYMN 449. 8 & 7.

The departing Saint.
[APPY soul, thy days are ended,


Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!

Greenville. [*]

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,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest.
4 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory-
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.

HYMN 450. L. M.

Munich. [b]

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!
How gently heaves th' expiring breast!
2 So fades a summer cloud away:
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er :
So gently shuts the eye of day:
So dies a wave along the shore.

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]
Happy Death of a Christian.

EAR as thou wert, and justly dear,

One thought shall check the starting tear,-
It is that thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power
The tears of love restrain;
Oh! who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again!

3 Gently the passing spirit fled, Sustained by grace divine:

Oh may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine.


HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville. [b or *] Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Sur


1 THINK, O ye who fondly languish
O'er the grave of those you love:
While your bosoms swell with anguish,
They are warbling hymns above.


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 ;
There, no fear of wo, intruding,

Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.

HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham. [*] 1 O! the prisoner is released,


Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God!
Lo! the pain of life is past,
All his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.


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,
Fondly of their loss complain;
Brother, friend, by Jesus freed,
Death to thee, to us, is gain:
Thou art entered into joy :
Let the unbelievers mourn;
We in songs our lives employ,
Till we all to God return.


HYMN 454. 8s. Goshen. [b or *]
Death of a Sister.

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

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