No anger henceforward, or shame, And passion is vanish'd away. Have strangely forgotten to weep; These fountains can yield no suppliesThese hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 4 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew, Oh, shall I not shortly become! My spirit created anew, Ere I am consign'd to the tomb! 'TIS finish'd! the conflict is past, The heav'n-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplish'd at last, And now she's entomb'd with the dead. The months of affliction are o’er, The days and the nights of distress; We see her in anguish no more— She's gained her happy release. 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now; For death to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below. Her soul has now taken its flight To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, And dwell in the kingdom of love. 3 The victory now is obtain'd; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd- That she has now gone from our sight; 144 HYMN C. M. Death of a young person. 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. HYMN. C. M. 145 Death and Burial of Christians. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Why should we wish the hours more slow, Which keeps us from our God? 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? 'Twas there the Saviour's body lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And soften'd every bed: Where should the dying members rest, 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Awake, ye nations under ground! 146 HYMN. L. M. The peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 SWEET is the scene when Christians die, When holy souls retire to rest: How mildly beams the closing eye! How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 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, Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now, And where, O death, where is thy sting! 147 HYMN. S. M. 1 O FOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 2 Their bodies, in the ground, 3 Their ransomed spirits soar On wings of faith and love, Embalmed with all our hearts can give, Our praises and our tears. 5 O for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 148 TIME AND ETERNITY. HYMN. C. M. Time short and misspent. 1 HOW short and hasty is our life! Just like a story, or a song, 3 God from on high invites us home, 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, That break such cords of love! 5 Draw us, O God, with sov’reign grace, That we may end this mortal race, 1 THE time is short!-sinners, beware, Nor trifle time away: The word of great salvation hear, 2 The time is short!-O sinners, now, To mercy's golden sceptre bow, And fall at Jesus' feet. 3 The time is short!-ye saints, rejoiceThe Lord will quickly come: Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice, 4 The time is short?-it swiftly flies- When we shall mount above the skies, 5 The time is short!-the moment near, When we shall dwell above; And be forever happy there, HYMN. C. M. 150 Time the Period to prepare for Eternity. 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name! 2 The year rolls round, and steals away 3 Great God! on what a slender thread 4 Eternal joy-or endless wo Attends on every breath! 5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; |