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FUNERAL HYMNS.

(L. M.)

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1 BLEST are the dead, in CHRIST who sleep, While o'er their mould'ring dust we weep;

O faithful SAVIOUR, Thou wilt come,
That dust to ransom from the tomb.

2 They rest from toil, the SPIRIT saith ;
Their works of mercy, wrought in faith,
Shall find acceptance with their LORD,
And follow them with full reward.

3 LORD, when our spirits we resign,
Around us let Thy glory shine;
May we behold Thy blissful face,
Accepted thro' Thy righteousness.

4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But that, to which the faithful go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere,
O may I wake and find me there.

50 glorious hour! O blest abode !
Saints shall be near and like their GOD,
And flesh and sin no more controul
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

6 Their flesh shall slumber in the ground,
'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound :
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in their SAVIOUR'S image rise.

1 Thess. iv. 14,

1 THE spirits of the just,

Confin'd in bodies groan;

'Till death consigns the corpse to dust, And then the conflict's done.

2 JESUS, who died to save,

The LAMB for sinners slain, Perfum'd the chambers of the grave And made ev'n death our gain.

3 Why fear we then to trust

The place were JESUS lay?
In quiet rests our brother's dust,
And thus it seems to say.

4 "Forbear my friends, to weep,
"Since death has lost its sting;
"Those christians, that in JEsus sleep,
"Our God will with Him bring."

5 This message then receive,

And grief indulge no more;

Be active here for GOD; believe,→→
And wait the welcome hour.

*Or Sister's.

(s. M.)

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1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,

Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?"

3- LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in Thee;
Pardon my sins; Thy SPIRIT give,
And to Thy glory let me live.

3 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from sin, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

4 Rather, my spirit would rejoice,
And long, and wish, to hear Thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
And rise to heav'n, by grace divine.

5 Prepare me, LORD, for thine abode ;
My soul prepare to meet Thy GOD,
Him serve on earth;-then soar away
To realms of everlasting day.

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PSALMS OF PRAYER AND PRAISE FOR PROTECTION AND VICTORY BY SEA

AND LAND.

PSALM CVII. 2nd Metre.

1 NOW may the Gon of pow'r and grace,
Attend His people's humble cry!
JEHOVAH hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliv'rance from on high.

2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Better than shields or brazen walls; He from His sanctuary sends

Succour and strength, when Zion calls.

3 Our God remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice

Of humble groans and broken hearts.

4 In His salvation is our hope,

And in the name of Israel's GOD; Our troops shall lift their banners up Our navies spread their flags abroad.

5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,

And some of chariots make their boast; Our surest expectations are

From Thee the LORD of heav'nly hosts.

(L. M.)

FOR A GENERAL FAST.

(L. M.)

1 WHILE o'er our guilty land, O LORD,
We view the terrors of Thy sword,

Before Thy throne of grace we fall,
And, prostrate, on Thy mercy call.

Turn us,

2 LORD, help us to repent and mourn,
O LORD, to Thee we turn ;
O spare our land in mercy spare
The Church Thy right hand planted here.

3 Our King protect, our Councils guide,
Bid war's destructive rage subside;
Let Thy right hand our cause maintain,
And peace resume her gentle reign.

4 Our Fathers, LORD, in days of old,
Thy mighty works, exulting, told;
And may our nation, to the end,
JEHOVAH prove her GoD and Friend.

Vide PSALMS of Prayer and Humiliation.

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