And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sov'reign love, That promis'd heav'n to me! And taught my thoughts to soar above, 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, 1 Come, death, and some celestial band, HYMN 124. C. M. Funeral hymn.-Dying in the embraces of God. D We may walk thro' its darkest shade, 2 I could renounce my all below, And run, if I were call'd to go, And die as Moses did. 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, And lose my life amid the charms 1 S HYMN 125. C. M. Funeral hymn.-Death and Eternity. TOOP down, my thoughts that use to [rise, Think how a gasping mortal lies, 2 His quiv'ring lips hang feebly down, Then speechless, with a doleful groan, 3 But, O the soul that never dies! Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies, 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 5 And must my body faint and die? 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand My flesh shall wait for thy command, HYMN 126. C. M. Funeral hymn.-Victory over Death. WE HEN death appears before my sight Unequal to the dreadful fight, My courage dies away. 2 But see, my glorious friend is nigh! Before him death's pale terrors fly, 3 He left his dazzling throne above 4 Now for the eye of faith divine 5 Lord, I commit my soul to thee; 6 Till that illustrious morning come, 7 When thy triumphant armies sing 8 O let me join th' enraptur'd lays, 1 HYMN 127. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Death of a young child. Fair fleeting comfort of an hour, How soon we're call'd to part! 2 And shall my bleeding heart arraign That God, whose ways are love? Or vainly cherish anxious pain And with my inmost spirit say, 4 From adverse blasts, and low'ring storms, 5 Why should I vex my heart, or fast? My soul will mount to her at last, 6 Prepare me, blessed Lord, to share HYMN 128. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Comfort for pious Parents bereaved of their Children. YE [tears 1 VE mourning saints, whose streaming 2 If cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view Tho', your young branches torn away, With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, 4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, "No names of daughters nor of sons 5 "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope وو 6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, Thro' which thy face we see; [hearts And bless those wounds, which thro' our Prepare a way for thee. HYMN 129. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Submission under bereaving providences. 1 PE EACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand Changes the visage once so dear, 2 'Tis he, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters with unwearied hand 4 Our cov❜nant God and Father he Whose grace can heal the bursting heart |