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 proclams, 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, Mourning with Hope. 1 WHY should our tears in sorrow flow And bids them leave a world of wo, 2 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, 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,- 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 O 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. 4 There, where the fathers lie, Must all the children dwell; Nor other heritage possess, 5 God of our fathers! hear,— 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,— So sinks the gale when storms are o’er; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys, Nothing disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 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 sets 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' immortal choir 3 When the mighty trumpet blown, With the ransomed,— 627. Thou wilt own my worthless name. C. M. Mourning with Hope. 1 THAT once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,When what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 3 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears, Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, 628. L. M. Death of an Infant. 1 SO fades the lovely, blooming flower,- 629. C. M. The Grave peaceful. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave, 2 The wicked there from troubling cease, 3 All, leveled by the hand of death, Till God, in judgment, call them forth 630. C. M. Prospect of Death. 1 MY soul! come, meditate the day, When thou must quit this house of clay 2 And you, my eyes! look down and view The hollow gaping tomb; This gloomy prison waits for you, |