607 C. M Grafton. St. Austin's. < mf 1 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! 4 The voice of this instructive scene Nor be the faithful warning vain 608 Prayer for Support in Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 609 And let a beam of life divine C. M. Preparation for Death. 1 IF I must die, oh! let me die With hope in Jesus' blood- Grafton. Ely The blood that saves from sin and guilt, mif 2 If I must die, oh! let me die 3 IfI must die-and die I must- 4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, 610 Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, Hope in Christ a Support in Death. 1 WHEN Death appears before my sight Unequal to the dreadful fight, 2 How shall I meet this potent foe, 611 mf L. M. Hingham. Shoel. 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die?— What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, 612 Faith giving Victory over Death. 1 OH for an overcoming faith To triumph o'er the monster, Death, 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, f3 Now to the God of victory 613 Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, 1 HOW glorious is the gift of faith, 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 1 GREAT God, I own thy sentence just, And nature must decay; f I yield my body to the dust, 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 With strong, immortal eyes, And feast upon thine unknown grace, 615 The peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 SWEET is the scene when Christians die, 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. mf 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, > mf mp Fanned by some guardian angel's wing: And where, O death, where is thy sting! S. M. 1 OH for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 2 Their bodies, in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 3 Their ransomed spirits soar On wings of faith and love, 4 With us their names shall live Through long succeeding years, Aff 5 Oh for the death of those 617 The dying Christian to his Soul. " 2 Hark! they whisper-angels say, 618 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! Submission under the Loss of Friends. 1 PEACE! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand 2 "Tis he-the King and Lord supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, purpose move. 3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Silent we own Jehovah's name; 619 Hope of the Resurrection. 1 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, Till he shall bid it rise. 3 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, |