Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r, 707. (488.) C. M. Victory over death. 1 WHEN death appears before my sight, In all his dire array; Unequal to the dreadful fight, ? How shall I meet this potent foe 3 But see my glorious Leader nigh! Before him death's pale terrors fly, O may I meet the final hour Sustain❜d by his almighty pow'r, 5 Lord! I commit my soul to thee: O let me join angelic lays, 708. 1 L. M. Christ's Presence makes Death easy What timorous worms we mortals are! 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Still we shrink back again to life, 3 O, if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 709. A 2 S. M. Triumph over Death in Hope of the ND must this body die And must these active limbs of mine Corruption, earth, and worms, 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, 5 6 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, These lively hopes we owe We would adore his grace below, Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise 710. 1 2. DEATH OF FRIENDS AND RELATIVES. MUS (444.) C. M. UST friends and kindred droop and die, While sorrow, with a weeping eye, 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty God! Nor leave us in this dang'rous road, 3 O may our feet pursue the way 4 Let us be wean'd from earthly joys; (448.) L. M. 711 On the death of a parent. 2 And, while your mournful thoughts deplore 3 Does he not bid his children come Thro' death's dark shades to realms of light! His word—here let your souls rely Your heav'nly Father cannot die, 5 O be that best of friends your trust; 712. 1 W (487.) C. M. HILE to the grave our friends are borne, How all the tender passions mourn, 2 But down to earth, alas! in vain 3 Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom, And guides us from the darksome tomb, 4 To those bright courts when hope ascends, She calms the swelling wo; In hope we meet our happy friends, 5 Then let our hearts repine no more, 3. DEATH OF THE YOUNG. C. M. 713. Children dying in their Infancy in the Thy image trace in every word,- 2 Methinks I see a thousand charme 3 'I take these little lambs,' said he, 4 Death may the bands of life unloose, Millions of infant souls compose 5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise, And mould with heavenly skill: I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, 6 His words the happy parents hear, Dear Saviour, all we have and are 714. (446.) C. M. On the death of a child. LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour; Man is a tender, transient flow'r, The once lov'd form, now cold and dead, 3 But wait the interposing gloom, And lo! stern winter flies; And, drest in beauty's fairest blooin, 4 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore |