4 Within these walls, let holy peace, 5 Here may salvation be proclaimed, 6 Here may a numerous crowd arise, 673 mf mf Here may their songs salute the skies, Those blessed who die in the Lord. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclains Sweet is the savor of their names, 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest; - From suffering and from sin released, 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 674 Death and Burial of Christians. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, "Tis but the voice that Jesus sends 2 Are we not tending upward too, To heaven's desired abode ?- 3 Why should we tremble to convey 'Twas there the Saviour's body lay, 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, mf 116 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 675 Awake, ye nations under ground! 1 UNVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Passed thro' the grave, and blest the bed. 676 89 & 78. Sicilian Hymn. 2 While our silent steps are straying, Lonely, through night's deepening shade, 3 Light and peace at once deriving There, no fear of wo intruding, 677 Len C. M. Death of a Minister. Dundee. Collingham. 1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive, Why should those eyes be drowned in grief, 2 What though the arm of conquering death What though the prophet and the priest 3 Though earthly shepherds.dwell in dust— The watchful eye in darkness closed, His eye still guides us-and his voice 5 "Lo! I am with you,” saith the Lord, 6 Through every scene of life and death, 678 And this shall be our children's song, C. M. Meditation on the Tomb. Eastport. Burford. 1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound; "Ye living men, come view the ground 2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, The tall, the wise, the reverend head, 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downwards to the tomb, 4 Grant us the power of quickening grace, 679 Then, when we drop this dying flesh, A Warning from the Grave. 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 3 Turn, mortal, turn!-thy danger know: The earth rings hollow from below, 4 Turn, Christian, turn!—thy soul apply 680 P VA That they who underneath thee lie The House appointed for all Living. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave, Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree, 2 The wicked there from troubling cease- And there the weary pilgrim rests 3 All, levelled by the hand of death, Till God in judgment call them forth, 681 682 S. M. Rapid Flight of Time. 1 MY few revolving years, Bethany. How swift they glide away! 2 A dark and cloudy day, Made up of grief and sin; 3 Lord, through another year, C. M. St. Mary's. Spencer. 1 BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound How swift the weeks complete their round! 2 So fast eternity comes on, And that important day, When all that mortal life has done, 3 Yet, like an idle tale we pass And study artful ways t' increase Aff 4 Awake, O God! each trifling heart That all may act the Christian part, 5 So shall their course more grateful roll, 683 Or this shall bear the willing soul Praise for Providential Goodness. 1 GOD of our lives, thy various praise Thy hand directs our fleeting days, |