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The months of affliction are o'er,
HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]
From which none ever wakes to weep! A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes!
2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet: With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its venomed sting'
That manifests the Saviour's power.
Waiting the summons from on high.
Debars this precious" hiding place." On Indian plains, or Lapland snows, Believers find the same repose.
6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves inay be; But there is still a blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
HYMN 456. S. M.
On the Death of an aged Minister.
2 The voice at midnight came,
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
3 The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. 4 Soldier of Christ, well done! Praise be thy new employ, And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]
ENEATH our feet and o'er our head
P1 Bis equal warning given:
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
2 Their names are graven on the stone,
3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly to the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know:
The forms which underneath thee lie,
L. M. Monmouth. [b or *] The Day of Judgment. g 1 HE day of wrath! that dreadful
When heaven and earth shall pass away! -What power shall be the sinner's stay? 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 wakes 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. SCOTT.
HYMN 459. S. M.
comes! the Conqueror comes!
Christ's Second Coming.
2 The trumpet sounds, " Awake! "Ye dead, to judgment come!" 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 *] 1 THOU Judge of quick and dead,
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
2 Our cautioned souls prepare
3 O may we all be found
His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*]
u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound;
HYMN 462. 8,7, & 4.
O! he comes! with clouds descending,
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
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,
Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
HYMN 463. C. M.
Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, p Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.
HROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,
TAmid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of an injured King,
3 Our labours done, securely laid
-4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie;
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
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,
And the long silent dust shall burst
H. K. WHITE