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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 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow,
Fanned by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now,
And where, 0 death, where is thy sting! 431 OH for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord!
Like theirs my last reward. 2 Their bodies, in the ground,
In silent hope may lie,
Shall call them to the sky. 3 Their ransomed spirits soar,
On wings of faith and love,
And reign with him above.
Through long succeeding years,
Our praises and our tears. 5 Oh for the death of those
Who slumber in the Lord !
C. M. 432
On Recovery from Sickness.
With whom thy servants dwell,
Though cold and green the turf is spread,
Above their narrow cell,
We doubt and fear no more,
Which thou hast trod before.
No more to thee shall pray, Support me in the vale of death, And through the darksome way.
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Fear of the Grave removed by Christ.
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 Saviour hath
died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave and its mansion for
saking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy
waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's
4 Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore
thee, Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy
guide; He gave theehe took thee—and he will restore
thee, And death hath no sting since the Saviour hath died.
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Death the Gate to Joy and Glory.
All thy mourning days below:
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo! the Saviour stands above,
Reaches out the crown of love.
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To his everlasting rest:
Bear a momentary pain;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
C. M. 435
Those blessed who die in the Lord. HEAR what the voice from heaven pro For all the pious dead !
(claims Sweet is the savor of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed. 2 They die in Jesus, and are blest;
How kind their slumbers are !
From suffering and from sin released,
They're freed from every snare.
They're present with the Lord;
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Those blessed who die in the Lord. CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,
Enter not the world above. 2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely, through night's deepening shade, Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round th' immortal spirit's head. 3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
They shall never-never die!
Sickness there no more ca come ;
Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the graves of those ye love;
C. M. 437
A Warning from the Grave.
Is equal warning given:
Beneath us lie the countless dead,
Above us is the heaven!
And lurks in every flower;
Its peril every hour. 3 Turn, mortal, turn!—thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread
And warns thee of her dead!
To truths which hourly tell,
Shall live for heaven-or hell!
The House appointed for all Living
Where, life's vain tumults past,
Receives us all at last! 2 The wicked there from troubling cease
The passions rage no more ;
From all the toils he bore.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
To meet their final doom.