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p 2 While our silent steps are straying,
Round the happy Christian's head.
Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom.
HYMN 453. 7s. Hotham. [*]
1LO: the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
-3 Let the world bewail their dead,
s Thou art entered into joy :
HYMN 454. 8s. Goshen. [b or *]
Death of a Sister.
1 'TIS finished! the conflict is past,
The heaven-born spirit is fled;
Her wish is accomplished at last,
And now she's entombed with the dead.
The months of affliction are o'er,
HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *]
SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!
A From which none ever wakes to weep!
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!
2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
g With holy confidence to sing
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 may be ;
From which none ever wakes to weep:
HYMN 456. S. M. Olmutz. [*]
On the Death of an aged Minister.
s The battle fought, the victory won,
2 The voice at midnight came,
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
3 The pains of death are past,
4 Soldier of Christ, well done!
And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]
p1B Is equal warning given:
ENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
2 Their names are graven on the stone,
3 Death rides on every passing breeze,
Each season has its own disease,
4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know:
The earth rings hollow from below,
-7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
The forms which underneath thee lie,
HYMN 458. L. M.
g 1 THW
Monmouth. [b or *]
The Day of Judgment.
HE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
What power shall be the sinner's stay?
2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. SCOTT.
HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*]
E comes! the Conqueror comes!
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 *]
HOU Judge of quick and dead,
1 T Bef
With holy joy, or guilty dread,
4 O may we all ensure
A lot among the blest;
And watch a moment to secure
An everlasting rest.
HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*]
g1HE The seventh trumpet speaks him near:
E comes! he comes! the Judge severe !
His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound;
HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4.
g1L Once for favoured sinners slain;
O! he comes! with clouds descending,
Thousand, thousand saints attending,
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,