Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, 618. DEATH. L. M. Death and Burial of Saints. 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb! 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Rest here, blest saint!-till, from his throne, The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne. illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! his sovereign word; Restore thy trust;-a glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord. Mourners Comforted. 1 CEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish, 2 While our silent steps are straying, 3 Light and peace at once deriving, 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom, 620. C. M. Dying in the Lord. 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 blessed,- From sufferings and from sins, released, 3 "Far from this world of toil and strife, 621. C. M. Mourning with Hope. 1 WHY should our tears in sorrow flow Is not e'en death a gain to those 3 Their toils are past--their work is done They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, Then let our sorrows cease to flow, God has recalled his own; But let our hearts, in every woe, 622. C. M. Prayer in view of Death. 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: 4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, And in thy fond embraces lose 623. S. M. Reflections on past Generations. 1 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?- 3 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, While still the remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 1 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; 5 God of our fathers! hear. Thou everlasting friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, 6 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, 624. L. M. Death of the Righteous. 1 HOW blest the righteous when he dies,— How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer-cloud away; So sinks the 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! Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th' unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world! farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" 625. 8s and 7s. The dying Saint comforted. 1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ending,-- Lo! the Saviour stands above; Reaches out the crown of love. 2 For the joy he se:s before thee 626. To his everlasting rest. 7s and 4. Support in Death. 1 WHEN the vale of death appears,- Usher in eternal day. 2 Upward from this dying state, I will join th' imortal choir. 3 When the mighty trumpet blown, With the ransomed,— 327. Thou wilt own my worthless name. C. M. Mourning with Hope. 1 THAT once-loved form, now coid and dead, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,- 3 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears, Religion points on high; |