5. Let heaven to me be ever sweet,
And this world bitter let me find;
That I 'mid all its toil and heat
May keep eternity in mind;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.

6. O Father, cover all my sins

With Jesus' merits, who alone

The pardon that I covet wins,

And makes his long-sought rest my own;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray

Thy peace may bless my dying day

7. His sorrows and His cross I know
Make death-beds soft, and light the grave,
They comfort in the hour of woe,
They give me all I fain would have;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.

8. From Him can naught my soul divide,
Nor life nor death can part us now;
I thrust my hand into His side,

And say, My Lord and God art Thou!
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.

9. In holy Baptism long ago

I joined me to the living Vine;
Thou lovest me in Him I know,

In Him Thou dost accept me Thine;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day,

nor can I be

10. And I have eaten of His flesh,
And drunk His blood,
Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh,
I am in Him, and He in me;
My God, for Jesus sake I pray

Thy peace may bless my dying day.
11. Then death may come, or tarry yet,
I know in Christ I perish not,
He never will His own forget,
He gives me robes without a spot;
My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
Thy peace may bless my dying day.
12. And thus I live in God at peace,
And die without a thought of fear,
Content to take what God decrees,
For through His Son my faith is clear;
His grace shall be in death my stay,
And peace shall bless my dying day.

Emilie Juliana, Countess of
Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt.

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1. I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the

way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, fall enough for its cheer.

2. I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with

fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent

tears.

3. I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its

gloom;

There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.

4. Who, who would live alway, away from his God?

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?

5. Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;

While the songs of salvation eternally roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

Wm. Aug. Muhlenberg.

XXI. Burial.

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1 NOW LAY we calmly in the grave
This form, whereof no doubt we have
That it shall rise again that day,
In glorious triumph o'er decay.

2. To earth again we here entrust

What from dust came, and turns to dust.
And from the dust again shall rise,
When God's own trumpet fills the skies.

3. His soul forever lives in God,

Whose grace his pardon hath bestowed,
Who through His Son redeemed him here
From bondage unto sin and fear.

4. His trials and his griefs are past,
A blessed end is his at last;

Christ's yoke he bore, and did His will,
And though he died he liveth still.

5. His soul lives free from grief and care,
The body sleep's calm rest shall share,
Till God shall Death himself destroy,
And raise it into glorious joy.

6. He suffered pain and grief below,
Christ heals him now from all his woe;
For him hath endless joy begun;
He shines in glory like the sun.

7. Then let us leave him to his rest,
And homeward turn; for he is blest.
And we must well our souls prepare,
When death shall come, to meet him there.

9. So help us, Christ, our Hope in loss!
Thou hast redeemed us by Thy cross
From endless death and misery:
We praise, we bless, we worship Thee!
M. Weisse.