Jesus smiles, and says, "Well done, “ Good and faithful servant, thou ; "Enter, and receive thy crown ; "Reign with me triumphant now." FUNERAL. HYMN 48. BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head Above us is the heaven. Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, Our eyes have seen the steps of Halt feebly towards the tomb, age And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come? Come, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given, The bones that underneath thee lie, Shall live for hell, or heaven. HYMN 49. HARK! 'tis the bell with solemn toll, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," Sin's awful curse demands; O well!-for if uncleans'd from guilt, To live through an eternal death, From sin, the sting of death, and hell, To set the bond-slaves free. HYMN 50. OFT as the bell with solemn toll, 66 Prepared, should I be call'd to die ?" Then leaving all I lov'd below, Lord Jesus! help me now to flee, Then when the solemn bell I hear, 66 Rather, my spirit would rejoice, And long, and wish, to hear Thy voice; Glad when it bids me earth resign, Secure of heav'n, if Thou art mine. HYMN 51. O YE, who, with the silent tear Those eyes, indeed, are rayless now; The Saviour lives,—and "all is well !" HYMN 52. WHEN our heads are bow'd with woe, Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn, When the sudden death-bell tolls Thou hast bow'd the dying head; When the heart is sad within HYMN 53. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame, Quit, Oh quit this mortal frame, Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, What is this absorbs me quite ? The world recedes, it disappears; 7 Lend, lend your wings! I mount: I fly! O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting? JUDGMENT. HYMN 54. AND will the Judge descend ? And not a single soul escape And from His righteous lips Shall this dread sentence sound : And thro' the num'rous guilty throng, G |