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4 Jesus, the mighty Saviour, lives,
And He has conquered death and hell;
And dying saints can sing, 'Tis well ! 316 Only Support in Death. 188.8.131.52.8.8. 1 LET reason vainly boast her power
To teach her children how to die, The sinner, in a dying hour,
Needs more than wisdom can supply: A view of Christ, the sinner's Friend,
Alone can cheer him in his end. 2 When nature sinks beneath disease,
And every earthly hope is fled, What then can give the sinner ease,
And make him love a dying bed ? Jesus, Thy smile his heart can cheer ;
He's blest e'en then if Thou art near. 317 Hope beyond the Grave. C.M. 1 THERE is an hour when we must go
Beneath the gloomy wave;
A hope beyond the grave !
The breath that first He gave;
A hope beyond the grave.
May we this blessing crave;
Our hope beyond the grave.
4 Thy voice alone must bid us live;
No other arm can save ;
A hope beyond the grave.
Await the sinner's dying bed !
Forerunners of eternal night. 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise ;
And not one ray of hope appears.
Where'er he turns he finds no rest :
And, in despair and horror, dies.
His soul is filled with conscious peace;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
No terrors in his looks are seen ;
And smooths his passage to the tomb. 319 Death of a Gracious Child. L.M 1 How blest are they who early know
A sweet release from all below!
2 How sweet the Shepherd's voice ! how kind,
To bid them leave the world behind,
By Him who folds them in His arms ! 3 Too frail to meet its wintry storms,
And sorrow in its varied forms,
Eternally upon His breast.
To tread this cold, ungenial sphere ;
An early heaven is best for these.
The turmoil of a world like this;
320 Death of a Young Person.
By death's resistless hand,
Which pity must demand.
O may this truth, impressed
Sink deep in every breast ! 3 Great God i Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power ;
For death's surprising hour.
S.M. 1 AND am I born to die,
To lay this body down?
Into a world unknown ?
What will become of me?
Must then my portion be.
Or with the Saviour dwell ;
Or else depart to hell. 322 Death of the Righteous. L.M. 1 SEE! while the saint expiring lies,
Upward he lifts his longing eyes;
Triumphs in pain, and sings in death. 2 0 who can tell what secret power
Supports him in the gloomy hour?
Or whence proceeds that cheerful air ? 3 A smile upon his lips appears ;
His face a heavenly aspect wears ;.
On earth he sees the dawn of heaven. 4 Sinners behold, and wondering cry,
Thus, like the righteous, let me die!'
To live with Jesus Christ in peace;
Redeemed by blood and saved by grace ! 2 The Saviour, whom they loved below,
Hath kindly wiped their tears away ;
But dwell in one eternal day.
While tens of thousands join their songs;
To whom immortal praise belongs. 4 Lord, grant Thy grace, and then shall we
Be brought with them in bliss to join,
And sing Thy mercies all divine ! 824 The Fairest Land.
1 There is a land more fair
Than this we now behold; 'Tis everlasting summer there ;
Its glories can't be told.
Is that beyond the skies,
Viewed with immortal eyes.
Unmingled with alloy ;
Or who describe its joy?