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4. God of our fathers, hear,

Thou everlasting Friend !
While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to Thee commend.
5. Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace
Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before Thy face.

DODDRIDGE.

1146.

S. M.
1. My Father's house on high!

Home of my soul ! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear!
2. Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above.

3. Yet clouds will intervene,

And all my prospects flies;
Like Noah's dove, I flit between

Rough seas and stormy skies.
4. Anon the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease;
While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart

Expands the bow of peace.
5. I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven

Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.
6. Then, then I feel that He-

Remembered or forgot-
The Lord is never far from me,

Though I perceive Him not.

MONTGOMERY.

1147.

S. M.
1. LORD! what a feeble piece

Is this our mortal frame!
Our life-how poor a trifle 't is,

That scarce deserves the name!

2. Alas! the brittle clay,

That built our body first !
And every month, and every day,

'Tis moldering back to dust!
3. Our moments fly apace,

Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty days

Are sweeping us away.
4. Well, if our days must fly,

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,

And let them speed their flight.
5. They 'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore

Of blest eternity.

WATTS,

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1. LORD! let me know mine end

My days, how brief their date,
That I may timely comprehend

How frail my best estate.
2. My life is but a span,

Mine age is naught with Thee;
What is the highest boast of man

But dust and vanity?
3. Dumb at Thy feet I lie,

For Thou hast brought me low;
Remove Thy judgments, lest I die;

I faint beneath Thy blow.

4. At Thy rebuke, the bloom

Of man's vain beauty flies;
And grief shall, like a moth, consume

All that delights our eyes.
5. Have pity on my fears;

Hearken to my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,

But give the mourner rest.
6. Oh! spare me yet, I pray,

A while my strength restore,
Ere I am summoned hence

away,
And seen on earth no more.

MONTGOMERY.

1149.

7s.

1. BROTHER, though from yonder sky

Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day,

Every pain hath passed away.
2. Well we know thy living faith,

Had the power to conquer death,
As a living rose may bloom,

By the border of the tomb.
3. Brother, in that solemn trust

We commend thee, dust to dust,
In that faith we wait, till risen,
Thou shall meet us all in heaven.

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1. Lo! the prisoner is released,

Lightened of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,

He is gathered unto God.
Lo! the pain of life is past,

And his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast,

Grief and suffering are no more.

2. Yes! the Christian's course is run,

Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the crown is won,

Death is swallowed up of life.
Borne by angels on their wings,

Far from earth his spirit flies
To the Lord he loved, and sings

Triumphing in paradise.
3. Join we, then, with one accord

In the new and joyful song;
Absent from our glorious Lord

We shall not continue long;
We shall quit the house of clay,

Better joys with Him to share;
We shall see the realms of day,

We shall mcet our brethren there.

C. WESLEY.

1151.

7s.
1. HARK! a voice divides the sky!

Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die!

They from all their toils are freed.
2. Ready for their glorious crown-

Sorrows past, and sins forgiven-
Here they lay their burden down,

Hallowed, and made meet for heaven.
3. When from flesh the spirit, freed,

Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry—“A man is dead!"

Angels sing—“A child is born!"
4. Born into the world above,

They our happy brother greet;
Bear him to the throne of love,

Place him at the Saviour's feet!
5. Jesus smiles, and says“ Well done!

Good and faithful servant thou !
Enter and receive thy crown;

Reign with me triumphant now."

C. WESLEY.

1152.

7s.
1. High in yonder realms of light,

Dwell the raptured saints above;
Far beyond our feeble sight,

Happy in Immanuel's love:
Once they knew, like us below,

Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Torturing pain and heavy woe,

Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
2. Oft the big, unbidden tear,

Stealing down the furrowed cheek,
Told, in eloquence sincere,

Tales of woe they could not speak.
But these days of weeping o'er,

Passed this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more-

Never, never weep again.
3. 'Mid the chorus of the skies,

'Mid th' angelic lyres above, Hark, their

songs

melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus' love!
Happy spirits, ye are fled

Where no grief can entrance find ; i
Lulled to rest the aching head,

Soothed the anguish of the mind.
4. All is tranquil and serene,

Calm and undisturbed repose;
There no cloud can intervene,

There no angry tempest blows;
Every tear is wiped away,

Sighs no more shall heave the breast,
Night is lost in endless day,

Sorrow-in eternal rest.

RAFFLES.

1153.

7s.
1. “SPIRIT, leave thy house of clay;

Ling'ring dust, resign thy breath;
Spirit, cast thy chains away ;

Dust, be thou dissolved in death!”

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