3 Oh! could we die with those that die, 4 Then should we see the saints above, 5 We should almost forsake our clay 631. 8s and 7s. The Spirit of a dying Christian. 1 PARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There are crowns and thrones of glory, 3 Linger not, the stream is narrow, 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, 633. C. M. Comfort in the Death of Friends. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, "T is but the voice that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow 3 Why should we tremble to convey 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 634. C. M. Silent Submission. 1 PEACE! 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand, 2 'T is he, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 3 T is he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our covenant-God and Father he, 5 Silent we own Jehovah's name,- 635. C. M. Triumph over Death. 1 GREAT God! I own the sentence just, And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow-clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face, And feast upon thine unknown grace, 636. 12s and 11s. A Funeral Hymn. 1 THOU art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave-we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave-and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the se raphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee, And death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. 637. C. M. Victory over Death. 1 OH! for an overcoming faith, To triumph o'er the monster, death, 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure; The law gives sin its damning power, 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid; Who makes us conquerors, while we die, 638. C. M. The Death of Children. 1 YE mourning saints! whose streaming tears 2 While, cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view 3 Though your young branches torn away,- 4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, 5 "Transient and vain is every hope My children all shall live." 6 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears, Through which thy face we see; [hearts, And bless those wounds which, through our 639. L. M. The Christian's parting Hour. 1 HOW sweet the hour of closing day, When all is peaceful and serene; 2 Such is the Christian's parting hour,- 3 Mark but that radiance of his eye,- In language which no tongue can speak. |