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A mansion which eternal love
Designed and formed for me.
Has built this sweet abode;
My dwelling-place with God. 2 My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my title sure: [flood,
To make my rest secure.
The earnest has been given;
Reserved for me in heaven.
His ministers of power,
Preserve in danger's hour.
Whose pilgrim days are done;
Where partings are unknown. 4 But more than all I long
His glories to behold,
With ecstacy untold.
My sweetest welcome there
My joy and strength shall be; (word
220.127.116.11.18.104.22.168. 599 Seek those things which are abore.
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ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Both speed them to their source:
To rest in His embrace.
Press onward to the prize;
Triumphant in the skies:
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:
VICTORY OVER DEATH.
C.M. 600 Blessed are the dead which die in
1 HEAI EAR what the voice from heaven
proclaims For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.
How soft their slumbers are !
And freed from every snare.
They're present with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward,
C.M. 601 An inheritance incorruptible, and
undefiled.-1 Pet. 1, 4. 1 LEST be the Everlasting God, Be llis abounding mercy praised,
His majesty adored. 2 When from the dead he raised His Son
And called Him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die. 3 What though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust;
So all His followers must,
Reserved against that day; Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,
And cannot fade away.
Till the salvation come:
Till Christ shall call us home.
C.M. 602 The victory, through our Lord
Jesus Christ. -1 Cor. 15, 57. 10
FOR an overcoming faith,
To cheer my dying hours;
And all his frightful powers!
My quivering lips shall sing,
And where, O Death! thy sting? 3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure;
Death has no sting beside:
But Christ my ransom died. 4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
C.M. 603 The righteous hath hope in his
death.--Prov. 14, 32. 1 W
CHY do we mourn departing friends, Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.
Their bodies to the tomb ?
And left a long perfume.
And softened every bed :
But with their dying Head?
And showed our feet the way;
At the great rising day. 5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
6.6.4. 604 Give ear unto my cry, hold not
Thy peace at my tears.-Ps. 39, 12. 1 ILO
OWLY and solemn be
Thy children's cry to Thee,
Alike are Thine.
Sustain us, Thou.
The thorn, the rod;
Aid us, O God.
4 Tremblers beside the grave,
P.M. 605 o grave, where is thy victory ?
1 Cor. 15, 55. I spark
Quit, ò quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying !
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
Drowns my spirit-draws my breath?
With sounds seraphic ring:
O Death, where is thy sting?
L.M. 606 Let me die the death of the right
eou8.-Num. 23, 10.
How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which lite nor death destroys:
disturbs that peace profound Which his unfettered soul enjoys.