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1. Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound !
My ears, attend the cry:
In spite of all your towers;
And are we still secure !
And yet prepare no more?
Grant us the powers of quickening grace,
To fit our souls to fly:
We'll rise above the sky.
How soon the vapour flies ! Man is a tender transient flower
That even in blooming dies.
2. The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs : And nature weeps her comforts fied,
And wither'd all her joys.
But wait the interposing gloom,
And, lo, stern winter flies;
When what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.
5. Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears;
Religion points on high: There everlasting spring appears,
And joys which cannot die.
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The flower that paints the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow, Divine instruction yield.
By winter's stormy blast,
A desolated waste.
3. Yet soon reviving plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again.
Man sleeps in death's dark gloom,
become to me
6. Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind
I'll wait heaven's high decree, Till the appointed period come
When death shall set me free.
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SIR J. E. SMITH.
Changes of nature types of a future state.
1. As twilight's gradual veil is spread
Across the evening sky; So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die.
2. Fair summer's bloom and autumn's glow
In vain pale winter brave;
3. But morning dawns, and spring revives,
And genial hours return :
4. When this vain scene no longer charms,
Or swiftly fades away ;
5. That day shall God's own promise bring
To those who trust his word ; While saints in endless triumph sing
The honours of their Lord.
Courage in death, and hope of the resur
3. My flesh shall the glad call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to thy throne above the sky.
4. There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discoveries of thy grace, Which we but tasted here below, Spread heavenly joys through all the place.
327. L. M. The Christian's hope in a future state.
go Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake, and find me there?