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And now my witness is on high, And now my record's in the sky. 3. Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust; And through my Saviour's blood alone, I look for mercy at thy throne. 4. I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear. To heal their sorrow, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend. 5. I come, I come at thy command; I give my spirit to thy hand; Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms! 6. The hour of my departure's come; I hear the voice that calls me home:" Now, O my God! let trouble cease, Now let thy servant die in peace.

HYMN 493. P. M.

1. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame,
Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, 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.
Heav'n 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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ET

XXVIII.

RESURRECTION.

HYMN 494. P. M.

1ERNAL God! how frail is man! How few his hours, how short his span ! Short, from the cradle to the grave.. Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death,

With skill to fly or pow'r to save? 2. But shall it, therefore, Lord! be said, The race of man was only made

For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?
Or if thy servants, day by day
Sink to their graves and turn to clay,
Thou hast no kindness for the just!

3. Hast thou not given to thy Son
An endless life, a heav'nly crown?

Why then should flesh and sense despair? For ever blessed be the Lord,

That we can read his holy word,

And find a resurrection there.

4. For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his saints a long reward
For all their toil, reproach, and pain.
Let all below and all above

Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,

And each repeat their loud " Amen.”

HYMN 495. c. M.

1. HOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
And triumph o'er the just,
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?

2. Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades!
The dawn of heav'n appears:

The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

3. I hear the voice, "ye dead arise,"
And lo! the graves obey;

And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th expected day.

4. They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the mid-way air;

In shining garments meet their King,
And bow before him there.

5. O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

HYMN 496. L. M.

1. FATHER of all! my soul defend :
On thee my steadfast hopes depend.
Thee let me bless, the faithful guide,
Whose counsels o'er my life preside.
2. Though to the grave I must descend,
(For thus has heav'n's high will ordain'd)
Yet hope e'en there, my constant guest,
Shall smooth the pillow of my rest.

3. Though death awhile reign o'er my frame,
Thou from the grave my life wilt claim;
And, to my eyes, in full survey,
The op'ning paths of life display;

4. Those paths that to thy presence bear;
For plenitude of bliss is there;
And pleasure's streams, unmix'd with wo,
At thy right hand for ever flow.

HYMN 497. L. M.

1. WHAT sinner's value, I resign:

Lord! 'tis enough, that thou art mine! I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2. This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there!

3. O glorious hour! O blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 4. My flesh shall slumber in the ground, "Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.

HYMN 498. L. M.

1. No, I'll repine at death no more:
But, calm and cheerful, will resign
To the cold dungeon of the grave,
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.
2. Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust:
My God shall raise my frame anew
At the revival of the just.

3. Break, sacred morning! through the skies, And usher in that glorious day.

Come quickly, Lord! cut short the hours:
Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay!

HYMN 499. s. M.

1. AND must this body die?

This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay !

2. God, my Redeemer, lives,

And ever from the skies

Looks down, and watches all my dust,
"Till he shall bid me rise.

3. Array'd in glorious grace,

Shall all his servants shine;

And, fashion'd like their risen head
Be heav'nly and divine.

4. These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love:

O may we bless his grace below,
And sing his grace above!

XXIX.

JUDGMENT AND END OF THE WORLD.

1. HEA

HYMN 500. c. M.

EAV'N has confirm'd the great decree
That Adam's race must die:

One gen❜ral ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.

2. Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell.
Hark, how the awful summons sounds
In ev'ry fun'ral knell !

3. Once you must die, and once for all :
The solemn purport weigh;

For know that heav'n and hell are hung
On that important day.

4. Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake, the judge to see;
And ev'ry word, and ev'ry thought
Must pass his scrutiny.

5. O may I in the Judge behold
My Saviour and my friend;
And far beyond the reach of death
With all his saints ascend.

HYMN 501. L. M.

MY waken'd soul, extend thy wings
Beyond the verge of mortal things;
See this vain world in smoke decay,
And rocks and mountains melt away.

2. Behold the fiery deluge roll

Through heav'ns wide arch from pole to pole!
Pale sun, no more thy lustre boast;

Tremble and fall, ye starry host.

3. The wreck of nature all around,
The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,

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