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A mansion which eternal love

Designed and formed for me.
My Father's gracious hand

Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was planned

My dwelling-place with God. 2 My Saviour's precious blood

Has made my title sure: [flood,
He passed through death's dark raging

To make my rest secure.
The Comforter is come,

The earnest has been given;
He leads me onward to the home

Reserved for me in heaven.
3 Bright angels guard my way;

His ministers of power,
Encamping round me night and day,

Preserve in danger's hour.
Loved ones are gone before,

Whose pilgrim days are done;
I soon shall greet them on that shore,

Where partings are unknown. 4 But more than all I long

His glories to behold,
Whose smile fills all that radiant throng

With ecstacy untold.
That bright, yet tender smile-

My sweetest welcome there
Shall cheer me through the "little

I tarry for Him here.
5 Thy love, Thou precious Lord,

My joy and strength shall be; (word
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening
That bids me rise to Thee.
And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains I'll praise
The grace that made me Thine. 599 Seek those things which are abore.

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ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place:

Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun;

Both speed them to their source:
So a soul, new-born of God,
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Saviour will return

Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be given,
All your sorrows left below,
And earth exchanged for heaven.



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.
2 They sleep in Jesus and are blest:

How soft their slumbers are !
From sufferings and from sin releast,

And freed from every snare.
8 Far from this world of toil and strife,

They're present with the Lord; The labours of their mortal life

End in a large reward,

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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;
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,

So all His followers must,
4 There's an inheritance divine

Reserved against that day; Tis uncorrupted, undefiled,

And cannot fade away.
5 Saints by the power of God are kept

Till the salvation come:
We walk by faith, as strangers here,

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;
To triumph o'er the monster, Death,

And all his frightful powers!
2 Joyful with all the strength I have,

My quivering lips shall sing,
Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?

And where, O Death! thy sting? 3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure;

Death has no sting beside:
The Law gives sin its damning power,

But Christ my ransom died. 4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors while we

Through Christ our living Head.

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.
2 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb ?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And left a long perfume.
3 The graves of all His saints He blest,

And softened every bed :
Where should the dying members rest,

But with their dying Head?
Thence He arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,

At the great rising day. 5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under

Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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,
Father divine !
A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death

Alike are Thine.
2 ( Father, in that hour,
When earth all succouring power

Shall disavow;
When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down;

Sustain us, Thou.
3 By Ilim who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,

The thorn, the rod;
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away:

Aid us, O God.

4 Tremblers beside the grave,
We call on Thee to save,

Father divine!
Hear, hear our suppliant breath,
Keep us in life and death,
Thine, only Thine.

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!
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses-shuts my sight-

Drowns my spirit-draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes; it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears

With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave, where is thy victory?

O Death, where is thy sting?

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L.M. 606 Let me die the death of the right

eou8.-Num. 23, 10.
COW blest the righteous when he

When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How mildly beam the closing eyes:

How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;

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.

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