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3 We thank Thee that the way-worn The sleep in Jesus blest:

The purified and ransomed soul
Hath entered into rest.


4 We bless Thee that his humble love
Hath met with such regard:

We bless Thee for his blessedness,
And for his rich reward.


612 I will receive you unto Myself..

--John 14, 3.

1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ended,
thy mourning hours below:

Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus, go!
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of His merit,
Holding forth the crown of love.
3 Struggle through thy latest passion,
To thy dear Redeemer's breast:
To His uttermost salvation,

To his everlasting rest.

4 For the joy He sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.



613 That they may rest from their

labours.-Rev. 14, 13.


ROTHER! thou art gone before; While we weep, Thy soul hath flown Where the tears can fall no more; For all sorrow is unknown :From the burden of the flesh, And from care and toil releast; There the wicked trouble not, And the weary are at rest. 2 Ended is thy toilsome way, And laid down thy heavy load, Free thy spirit soars away To thy Saviour's own abode : There the holy and the good Welcome thee with greeting blest; There the wicked harm no more, And the weary are at rest.

3 Sin can never taint thee now,
Doubts nor fears thy faith assail;
Christ, long trusted in below,
Doth not in His glory fail!
Thou art leaning now in love,
On thy great Redeemer's breast;
There the wicked trouble not,
And the weary are at rest.

4 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust,"
Here, mid earthly gloom, is said,
And we part-for part we must-
Weeping from thy narrow bed;
But thy spirit's birth-day, now,
Is in heaven's sweet home confest;
Where the wicked harm no more,
And the weary are at rest.

5 When the Lord for us shall send,
Whom thou now hast left behind,
May we each thy tranquil end,
And abundant entrance find;
Each like thee depart in peace,
To be there a glorious guest;
Where all earthly troubles cease,
And the weary are at rest.


614 We have a building of God, a house



not made with hands.-2 Cor. 5, 1. PIRIT, leave thy house of clay! Lingering dust, resign thy breath! Spirit, cast thy chains away! Dust, be thou dissolved in death! Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks, While the faithful Christian dies; Thus the bonds of life He breaks, And the ransomed captive flies. 2 Prisoner, long detained below! Prisoner, now with freedom blest! Welcome, from a world of woe! Welcome, to a land of rest! Thus the choir of angels sing, As they bear the soul on high, While with hallelujahs ring All the regions of the sky.

3 Grave, the guardian of our dust! Grave, the treasury of the skies! Every atom of thy trust

Rests in hope again to rise!

Hark! the judgment trumpet calls!
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay-
Immortality thy walls,

And eternity thy day.


615 This mortal must put on immor

1 G

tality.-1 Cor. 15, 53.

IVE dust to dust! and here we leave
The earthly seed to die;

'That so this mortal may receive

Its immortality.

2 Spirit to spirits purified;

And [his] hath soared on high,
Hath joined the members glorified-
The brethren in the sky.

3 Saviour, Thy love unites us all,
The living and the dead;
Tis but one body mystical,
And but one glorious Head.

4 Keep us in fellowship of soul
With the dear saint that's gone;
Make us in worship, service, love,
Like those before the throne.

5 And now to Him who conquered death, United praise be given:

Amidst the parting tears of earth,
The welcome-palms of heaven.


616 Thanks be to God which giveth us


the victory.-1 Cor. 15, 57.

THOUGH tears will fall, and hearts

are stirred,

We know in whom we trust,
And confident in His sure word,
We bear the "dust to dust."

2 We sow this seed in earth to die,
In the great Master's name;
Type of decay and vanity,
In weakness, and in shame.

8 It shall arise a holy shrine
Of glory, beauty, might,
Fit for a spirit made divine,
All purity, all light.

4 Thanks be to God, there is no death,
For all that trust His word;
Thanks be to God, for victory,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.





He fell asleep.-Acts 7, 60.

E "fell asleep" in Christ his Lord:
He gave to Him to keep

The soul His great love had redeemed,
Then, calmly went to sleep:
And as a tired bird folds its wing,
Sure of the morning light,
He laid him down, in trusting faith,
And did not dread the night.
2 He "fell asleep" in Jesus' love:
So on its mother's breast
The little child is comforted
When there it goes to rest;
His, was a childlike confidence,
And as he closed his eyes,
The whisper was within his soul,
"To-day in Paradise."

3 Now is the spirit with the Lord;
And soon the mouldering frame
Shall put on immortality,

And rise in Jesus' name,
A tenement of radiant light,
A shrine for the blest soul,
To worship in, rejoice, and serve,
While the great ages roll.


618 I will redeem them from death.


Hosea 13, 14.

WHY should we start, and fear to die?

What timorous souls we mortals

Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.


2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in haste,

Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on His breast I lean my head.
And breathe my life out sweetly there



619 The good land that is beyond Jor



dan.-Deut. 3, 25.

HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand drest in living green:

So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;

And linger shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

5 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes!

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore.

S.M. or

620 They declare plainly that they seek



a better country.-Heb. 11, 14.

FROM Egypt lately come,

Where death and darkness reign,

We seek our new, our better home,
Where we our rest shall gain.

We are on our way to God.]

To Canaan's sacred bound
We haste with songs of joy;
Where peace and liberty are found,
And sweets that never cloy.

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