622 HYMN 622, C. M. Prayer in View of Death. af 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 2 When every long-loved scene of life When the last sigh, that shakes the frame, 3 0 thou great Source of joy supreme! Dispel the darkness, that surrounds 4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, 623 m Ρ Λ Ρ mp ΙΛ 1 And, in thy fond embraces, lose HYMN 623, S. M. ·Reflections on past Generations. HOW swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide which hurries thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers!-where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs--and hopes and cares, 3 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, While still the remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 4 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, 5 God of our fathers! hear,— While we, as on life's utmost verge, 6 Of all the pious dead mf 624 m 1 May we the footsteps trace, HYMN 624, L. M. Death of the Righteous. HOW blest the righteous when he dies,— How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks a gale when storms are o'er; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 625 HYMN 625, 88 and 7s. The dying Saint comforted. mf 1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ending,- Lo! the Saviour stands above; 2 For the joy he sets before thee, mf 626 aff 1 V WE HYMN 626, 7s and 4. Support in Death. HEN the vale of death appears,- Usher in eternal day. 2 Upward from this dying state, I will join th' immortal choir. 3 When the mighty trumpet, blown, 627 aff 1 With the ransomed,— Thou wilt own my worthless name. THAT HYMN 627, C. M. Mourning with Hope. IAT once-loved form, now cold and dead, And nature weeps, her comforts fled, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,- Shall rise, in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 3 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears, mf 628 mp Λ There everlasting spring appears, HYMN 628, L. M. Death of an Infant. 1 CO fades the lovely, blooming flower,- aff 2 Is there no kind,-no lenient art, Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, mf And faith points upward to the sky. 629 mp 1 HOW HYMN 629, C. M. The Grave peaceful. [OW still and peaceful is the grave, 2 The wicked there from troubling cease, 3 All, leveled by the hand of death, 630 mp 1 Till God, in judgment, call them forth, MY HYMN 630, C. M. Prospect of Death. Y soul! come, meditate the day, 2 And you, my eyes! look down and view This gloomy prison waits for you, aff 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, . ΛΙ mf 631 1 4 Then should we see the saints above, And wonder, why our souls should love 5 We should almost forsake our clay, And pray, and wish our souls away, HYMN 631, 8s and 7s. The Spirit of a dying Christian. PARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, the billows round thee roar;' Yet rejoice, the holy city Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There, are crowns and thrones of glory, my 3 Linger not, the stream is narrow, 632 1 WHY HYMN 632, L. M. Death disarmed. HY should we start, and fear to die? Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, |