3. And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper-star appears!

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So faith lights up the mourner's heart,
Whose eyes are dim with tears.
Night falls, but soon the morning light
Its glories shall restore;

And thus the eyes that sleep in death
Shall wake, to close no more.

C. M.

1. CHAMPION of Jesus!-man of God,
Servant of Christ, well done!

PEABODY.

Thy path of thorns hath now been trod,
Thy red-cross crown is won!
No gloom of fear hath glazed thine eye,
For though loud billows roll-
The Aurora of eternity

Is rising on thy soul!

2. Champion of Jesus! on that breast
From whence Thy fervor flow'd,
Thou hast obtained eternal rest,
The bosom of Thy God!

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Oh! to be one, through life and death,
In Christ, with such as thee!
And when I yield my latest breath,
Dear Lord, remember me!

C. M.

1. In vain our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,

The glories that surround a saint,
When he resigns his breath.

2. One gentle sigh his fetters breaks;
One effort and he's gone!
And lo! the willing spirit takes
Its mansion near the throne.

NEWTON.

3. We strive, but all our efforts fail
To trace that upward flight;
No eye can pierce within the vail
Which hides the world of light.

4. Yet though we see them not-we know
Saints are supremely blest;

Are freed from sin, and care, and woe,
And with their Saviour rest.

5. On harps of gold His name they praise,
His face they always view;
And if we here their footsteps trace,
There we shall praise Him too.

1. SWIFT as the arrow cuts its way
Through the soft yielding air;
Or as the sun's more subtle ray,
Or lightning's sudden glare;

2. Or as an eagle to the prey,
Or shuttle through the loom,
So haste our fleeting lives away,
So pass we to the tomb!

3. Like airy bubbles, lo! we rise,
And dance upon life's stream;

Till soon the air that caused, destroys
Th' attenuated frame.

4. Down the swift stream we glide apace,
And carry death within;

Then break, and scarcely leave a trace,
To show that we have been.

5. The man, the wisest of our kind,
Who length of days had seen,

To birth and death a time assigned,
But none to life between-

6. Yet O! what consequences close
This transient state below!
Eternal joys: or, losing those,
Interminable woe!

1. HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.

2. They die in Jesus, and are blest;
How kind their slumbers are!
From sufferings and from sin released,
And freed from every snare.

3. Far from this world of toil and strife,
They 're present with the Lord;

The labors of their mortal life

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End in a large reward.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. WHILE through this changing world we roam From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.

2. Thither, his raptured thought ascends
Eternal joys to share;

There, his adoring spirit bends,
While here, he kneels in prayer.

3. From earth his freed affections rise,
To fix on things above,

Where all his hope of glory lies-
Where all is perfect love.

4. There, too, may we our treasure place―
There let our hearts be found;

That still, where sin abounded. grace
May more and more abound.

5. Henceforth, our conversation be, With Christ before the throne; Ere long we, eye to eye, shall see,

And know as we are known.

MONTGOMERY.

1. WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.

2. Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

3. Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb ?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And scattered all the gloom.

4. The graves of all His saints He bless'd,
And softened every bed;

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5. Thence He arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly,
At the great rising day.

6. Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;

Awake! ye nations under ground;
Ye saints! ascend the skies.

WATTS.

1. THE time draws nigh, when from the clouds
Christ shall with shouts descend;

And the last trumpet's awful voice
The heavens and earth shall rend.

2. Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;

The graves shall yield their ancient charge;
While earth's foundations shake.

3. The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

4. A few short years of exile past,
We reach the happy shore;

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Where death-divided friends, at last,
Shall meet to part no more.

C. M.

SCOTCH PARAPHRASE.

1. My soul, come, meditate the day,
And think how near it stands,

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When thou must quit this house of clay.
And fly to unknown lands.

2. Oh! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead;

Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead;-

3. Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms,

And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

4. We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come,
and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.

And

pray,

WATTS.

1. WHEN wild confusion wrecks the air,
And tempests rend the skies!

While blended ruin, clouds and fire
In harsh disorder rise;-