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4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding,
Sickness there, no more can come ;
Sheds o'er heaven a moment’s gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners ! cease to languish,
O’er the grave of those you love ;
Dying in the Lord. 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclams,
For all the pious dead ;-
And soft their sleeping-bed.
How kind their slumbers are !
And freed from every snare.
They ’re present with the Lord;
End in a large reward." 621.
Mourning with Hope.
When God recalls his own;
For an immortal crown?
Whose life to God was given?
To open them in heaven.
And they are fully blest;
And entered into rest.
God has recalled his own;
Still say," Thy will be done!".
C. M. 622.
Prayer in view of Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling
soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God! at thy command ;--
Stands ready to depart;
Shall rend this bursting heart;-
Whose arm alone can save,
The entrance to the grave.
Beneath my sinking head;
Illume my dying bed.
May I resign my breath,
“ The bitterness of death.” 623.
Reflections on past Generations. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea !
To vast eternity!
With all they called their own?
And wealth and honor-gone! 3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
Lies in the grave forgot.
Must all the children dwell ;
5 God of our fathers ! hear,
Thou everlasting friend !
Our souls to thee commend. 6 Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
L. M. 624.
Death of the Righteous.
When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer-cloud away ;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
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.
The dying Saint comforted.
All thy mourning days below:
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Reaches out the crown of love.
8s and 7s.
2 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Suffer--with thy Lord to reign :
To thy dear Redeemer's breast-
To his everlasting rest.
7s and 626.
Support in Death.
Faint and cold this mortal clay,-
Light me through the darksome way;
Usher in eternal day.
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
To thy praise attune my lyre:
I will join th’immortal choir
Shall the judgment-dawn proclaim ;
Mid creation's final flame;
Thou wilt own my worthless name.
Mourning with Hope. 1 THAT once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And withered all her joys.
When what we now deplore
And bloom to fade no more. 3 Then cease, fond nature ! cease thy tears,
Religion points on high ;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die. 628.
Death of an Infant. 1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower,
Frail smiling solace of an hour!
And pleasure only blooms to die. 2 Is there no kind,—no lenient art,
To heal the anguish of the heart?
Thy comforts are not made to die. 3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope shall live again;
And faith points upward to the sky. 629.
The Grave peaceful. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave,
Where,—life's vain tumults past, Th’appointed house, by heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last! 2 The wicked there from troubling cease,
Their passions rage no more;
From all the toils he bore.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
final doom. 630.
Prospect of Death.
And think how near it stands,
And fly to unknown lands. 2 And you, my eyes ! look down and view
The hollow gaping tomb;