The months of affliction are o'er,
The days and the nights of distress;
We see her in anguish no more—
She has found a happy release.
-2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain,
Shall ever disquiet her now;
For death to her spirit was gain,
Since Christ was her life when below.
Her soul has now taken its flight
To mansions of glory above,
To mingle with angels of light,
And dwell in the kingdom of love
3 The victory now is obtained;
She's gone her Redeemer to see;
Her wishes she fully has gained-
She's now where she panted to be.
Then let us forbear to complain
That she has now gone from our sight;
We soon shall behold her again,
With new and redoubled delight.

ALEXANDER'S COL.

HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]
Sleeping in Jesus.

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From which none ever wakes to weep! A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes!

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2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet To be for such a slumber meet: With holy confidence to sing

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That death hath lost its venomed sting'
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest,
No fear-no wo, shall dim that hour,

That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be:
Securely shall my ashes lie,

Waiting the summons from on high.
5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space

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.

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HYMN 456. S. M.

1

On the Death of an aged Minister.
of well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

Olmutz. [*]

2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.

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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.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]

Funeral.

ENEATH our feet and o'er our head

P1 Bis 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

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.

Olmutz. [*]

HYMN 459. S. M.

1 H

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

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,

severe,

With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;

2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day;
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
An everlasting rest.

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His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*]
E comes! he comes! the Judge severe !

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.
8 4 Shout, all the people of the sky!
And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns.

HYMN 462. 8,7, & 4.

WESLEY'S COL.

Tamworth. [*]

O! he comes! with clouds descending,
favoured sinners

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,

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 !

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HYMN 463. C. M.

Lanesboro'. [b]

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.

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HROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,

TAmid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.

3 Our labours 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,

OLIVER.

And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.

H. K. WHITE