Imatges de pÓgina

Where should the dying membors rest,

But with their dying Head?
5 Thence he arose ascending high,

And showed our feet the way:
Up to the Lord his saints shall fly

At the great rising day.
mri 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise ;
Awake, ye nations under ground !

Ye saints! ascend the skies. 675

L. M.

Medway. Munich
UNVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,

To slumber in the silent dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Invade thy bounds-no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

While angels watch the soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept--God's dying Son

Passed through the grave, and blest the bed. Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne

The morning break, and pierce the shade. f 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!

Attend, 0 earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust-a glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 676

8 & 7o.

Sicilian Aymas
CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish

O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,

Enter not the world above.
2 While our silent steps are straying,

Lonely, through night's deepening shado,
Glory's brightest beams are playing

Round th' immortal spirit's head.
3 Light and peace at once deriving

From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious présence 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.
5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish

O'er the graves of those ye love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

C. M. Dundee. Collingbar. 677

Death of a Minister.
NOW let our mourning hearts revive,

And all our tears be dry ;.
Why should those eyes be drowned in grief,

That view a Saviour nigh?
2 What though the arm of conquering death

Does God's own house invade ?
What though the prophet and the priest

Are numbered with the dead?
3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust

The aged and the young-
The watchful eye in darkness closed,

And mute th' instructive tongue;
4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,

New comfort to impart;
His eye still guides us—and his voice

Still animates our heart.
5 "Lo! I am with you,” saith the Lord,

“ Your safeguard, and your guide ;
Your Saviour still-and happy they

Who in my love confide!”
6 Through every scene of life and death,

This promise is our trust ;

And this shall be our children's song, Len When we are cold in dust.

C. M. Eastport. Burforde 678

Meditation on the Tomb.
HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound;

My ears, attend the cry-
“Ye living men, come view the ground

Where you must shortly lie.
2 Princes, this clay must be your bed,

In spite of all your towers ;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head,

Must lie as low as ours!”

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downwards to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more !
4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,

To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

C. M. St. Austin's. Bangor 679

A Warning from the Grave.
BENEATH our feet and o'er our head

Is equaj warning given :
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,

And lurks in every flower ;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour.
3 Turn, mortal, turn !--thy danger know:

Where'er thy foot can tread
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead!
4 Turn, Christian, turn !-thy soul apply

To truths which hourly tell,
That they who underneath thee lie
Shall live for heaven-or hell!

C. M. Spencer. St. Austin'.. 680

The House appointed for all Living. P

HOW still and peaceful is the grave,

Where, life's vain tumults past,
Th’ appointed house, by heaven's decree,

Receives us all at last !
2 The wicked there from troubling cease

Their passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgriin rests

From all the toils he bore.
3 All, levelled by the hand of death,

Lie sleeping in the tomb,
Til God in judgment call them forth,

To meet their final doom.

S. M.

Bethany, 681

Rapid Flight of Timo.
MY few revolving years,

How swift they glide away!
How short the term of life appears,

When past'tis but a day
2 A dark and cloudy day,

Made up of grief and sin;
A host of dangerous foes without,
* And guilt and fear within.
3 Lord, through another year,

If thou permit my stay,
With watchful care may I pursue

The true and living way! 682

C. M, St. Mary's. Spencar.
BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound

That marks the passing year!
How swift the weeks complete their round !

How short the months appear!
2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,

God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet, like an idle tale we pass

The swiftly gliding year,
And study artful ways t' increase

The speed of its career.
Af 4 Awake, O God! each trifling heart

Its great concern to see,
That all may act the Christian part,

And give the year to thee.
5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

Ir future years arise ;
Or this shall bear the willing soul
To joy which never dies.
C. M.

Stamford. Torte 683 Praise for Providential Goodness.

GOD of our lives, thy various praise

Our voices shall resound:
Thy hand directs our fleeting days,

And brings the seasons round.

2 To thee shall grateful songs arise,

Our Father and our Friend;
Whose constant mercies from the skies,

In genial streams descend.
3 In every scene of life, thy care,

In every age, we see:
And, constant as thy favors are,

So let our praises be.
4 Still may thy love, in every scene,

To every age, appear ;
And let the same compassion deign

To bless the opening year.
5 If mercy smile, let mercy bring

Our wandering souls to God :
In our affliction we shall sing,

If thou wilt bless the rod. 684

L. M.

Hagae. Hebron
GREAT God, we sing thy mighty hand ;
By that supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night-at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed
By his unerring counsels led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future-all to us unknown
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
4 In scenes oxalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy-and thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall close our earthly songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper, God, in whom we trust,

In brighter worlds our souls shall boast. 685

L. M. Rotterdam. Old Hundrea.
ETERNAL God! I bless thy name,
The same thy power-thy grace the same ;
The tokens of thy friendly care
Begin, and close, and crown the year

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