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603 The righteous hath hope in his
death.-Prov. 14, 32.
W or shake at death's alarms?
WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
2 Why should we tremble to convey
3 The graves of all His saints He blest,
Where should the dying members rest,
Thence He arose, ascending high,
5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
604 Give ear unto my cry, hold not
Thy peace at my tears.-Ps. 39, 12.
1LOWLY and solemn be
Thy children's cry to Thee,
A hymn of suppliant breath,
2 O Father, in that hour,
When earth all succouring power
When spear, and shield, and crown,
Sustain us, Thou.
3 By Him who bowed to take
4 Tremblers beside the grave,
Hear, hear our suppliant breath,
6050 grave, where is thy victory?—
1 Cor. 15, 55.
VITAL spark of heavenly flame: Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
What is this absorbs me quite?
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
606 Let me die the death of the right
eous.-Num. 23, 10.
OW blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mildly beam the closing eyes:
2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys:
4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate [pears! How bright the unchanging morn apFarewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies!
Isa. 57, 2.
607 He shall enter into peace.— HOW softly on the western hills,
The sunset light is shed!
So Christ the Lord sheds forth His peace,
Around the dying bed.
2 How quietly the glowing sky
So calm the Christian fades away
The sun is gone, but round the heavens
So sweet the memory left behind, When good men breathe their last.
4 And now, above the dews of night, The vesper star appears;
Thus faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Lights up the mourner's tears.
5 The darkness deepens; sure to bring The morning in the skies;
So all that sleep in Jesus now,
608 He will swallow up death in vic
tory.-Isa. 25, 8.
BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pay we, gracious God, to Thee;
Thou, in Thine abundant grace,
Free and faithful to Thy word,
2 Lo! the prisoner is releast,
4 Join we, then, with one accord,
609 It is sown in dishonour; it is
raised in glory.-1 Cor. 15, 43.
NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room Awhile, to slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invades thy bound; no mortal woes, Can reach the forms that slumber here, And angels watch their soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son [bed: Passed through the grave, and blest the Rest here, dear saint, till from His [shade.
The morning break, and pierce the Break from His throne, illustrious
Attend, O earth! His sovereign word;
610 Sorrow not, even as others which
have no hope.-1 Thess. 4, 13.
3 Thou art gone to the grave,
But the sunshine of Paradise
Beamed on thy waking,
And the sound which thou heard'st
4 Thou art gone to the grave,
Thy guardian, and guide.
Since the Saviour has died.
611 A good soldier of Jesus Christ.
2 Tim. 2, 3.
APTAIN and Saviour of the host
We bless Thee for our comrade true,
2 We bless Thee for his every step
And for his good fight fought so well,