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5 The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Have strangely forgotten to weep:
There hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes,
And evil they never shall see. 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe,
And press to the issues of death :
O might I this moment becomes!
My filesh be consign'd to the tomb !
Our loss is his infinite gain;
And freed from its bodily chain;
And mount with his spirit above,
And lodg'd in the Eden of love.
Out-fiying the tempest and wind;
And left his companions behind;
Hard toiling to make the bleft shore,
And sorrow and fin are no more.
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath, With shouring each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
The mortal affli&tion is paft,
For ever and ever shall latt.
The spirit is fed,
The Christian is dead;
Thro' Jesus's love,
A kingdom above. 2 All honour and praise
Are Jesus's due :
He fought his way through;
Through Jesus's zeal,
O'er death, fin, and hell, 3 Then let us record
The conquering name,
With thouting proclaim :
And follow our Head,
We all thall be led.
4 O Jesus ! lead on
Thy militant care,
Of righteousness there ;
The Seraphim gaze,
In silence of praise.
Thy sign in the sky,
To mansions on high ;
The purchase divine,
Another is enter'd the reft,
And lodg'd in Immanuel's breast :
To heighten the triumph above,
And clasp'd in the arms of his love.' 2 What fulness of rapture is there,
While Jesus his glory displays, And purples the heavenly air,
And scatters the odours of grace? He looks and his servants in light
The blessing ineffable meet; He smiles--and they faint at the fight, And fall overwhelm'd at his feet.
3 How happy the angels that fall
Trar sported at Jesus's name;
To share in the feast of the Lamb!
Who next from his dungeon shall fly, Who fit fe all be fummond away
My merciful God Is it I? 4 O Jesus, if this be thy wil',
That ludderly I should depart,
And whisper the call to my heart;
If soon thou wouluft have me remove,
And fly to the regions of love.
HYMN CXCVIII. 1 Happy who in Jefus live,
But happier fill are they
And ’scape from earth away:
Lord, thou hear'it the praying figh,
'Tis better far to die. 2 Yet if so thy will ordain
For our companions' good,
And meekly bear the load.
When we all our works have done,
And sharers of thy throne,
For PERSONS joined in FELLOWSHIP. 171 3 To thy wife and gracious will
We quietly submit,
But waiting at thy feet :
Call us up thy face to see,
And let us die to thee.
FOR PERSONS JOINED IN FELLOWSHIP.
HYMN CXCIX. · Sez, Jesu, thy disciples see,
The promis'd blessing give; Met in thy name, we look to thee,
Expecting to receive.
Who in thy name are join'd :
Thee in the midst to find.
But I thyself reveal!.
Let us thy presence feel.
And these dry bones shall live;
" The Holy Ghost receive !"
Jesus the crucify'd !