607 mf WHEN youth and age are snatched away Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2 While love still prompts the rising sigh, Let this dread truth, " I too must die!" 3 May this vain world o'ercome no more! It bids us use the present hour; 4 The voice of this instructive scene Nor be the faithful warning vain 608 C. M. Grafton. Eastport. Prayer for Support in Death. WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand And let a beam of life divine Preparation for Death. IF I must die, oh! let me die With hope in Jesus' blood- Grafton. Ey. The blood that saves from sin and guilt, ' mf 2 If I must die, oh! let me die 3 If must die-and die I must- 4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, C. M. Bether. St. Austin's. 610 Hope in Christ a Support in Death. My courage faints away. 2 How shall I meet this potent foe, 3 Oh, for the eye of faith divine, To see that friend, and call him mine, 611 L. M. Hingham, Shoel. WHY should we start, and fear to die?- And yet we dread to enter there. 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, mf Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed. > 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, And breathe my life out sweetly there. 612 Faith giving Victory over Death. OH for an overcoming faith To triumph o'er the monster, Death, 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, 613 C. M. Mear. Colchester. HOW glorious is the gift of faith, And through the damp and gloomy grave 2 Triumphant faith!-it lifts the soul Exults in hope of heaven, her home, C. M. Barby. York. 614 Triumph over Death in Hope of the Resurrection mp GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, f And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, My great Redeemer ever lives, 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face 615 L. M. Hebron. Ward. The peaceful Death of the Righteous. So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So dies a wave along the shore. mf 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, Fanned by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now, 616 And where, O Death, where is thy sting! S. M. OH for the death of those Mornington. Bethany. Who slumber in the Lord! 2 Their bodies, in the ground, <Till the last trumpet's joyful sound mf 3 Their ransomed spirits soar, 4 With us their names shall live mp Embalmed with all our hearts can give, Aff 5 Oh for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! Oh be like theirs my last repose, 617 The dying Christian to his Soul. 2 Hark! they whisper-angels say, Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Death! where is thy sting!" C. M. York. Medfield. 618 Submission under the Loss of Friends. PEACE! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand 2 "Tis he-the King and Lord supreme 3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Silent we own Jehovah's name; And yield our comforts, and our life, Bethany. St. Thomas. Hope of the Resurrection. S. M. 619 AND must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine mf 2 God, my Redeemer, lives, And frequent from the skies, Looks down and watches all my dust, 3 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, |