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5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb; And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come ? 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead.
To truths divinely given ;
Remind thee of thy heaven.
C. M. 637.
DODDRIDGE. Near Approach of Salvation. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year!
Not many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Ye bring eternal day.
S. M. 638. DODDRIDGE
Tracing the Steps of the Pious Dead.
That bears us to the sea !
To vast eternity!
Our fathers, where are they,
With all they call their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor, gone.
God of our fathers! hear;
Our souls to thee commend.
Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face.
Blessedness of the Righteous in Death.
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys ;
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!
5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
640. Watts. " Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord." 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead :-
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are!
And freed from every
They 're present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
L. P. M.
Watts. Life, Death, and Resurrection. i ETERNAL God! how frail is man! Few are the hours, and short the span, Between the cradle and the
grave : Who can prolong his vital breath? Who from the bold demands of death
Hath skill to fly, or power to save ? 2 But let no murmuring heart complain, That, therefore, man is made in vain,
Nor the Creator's grace distrust; For though his servants, day by day, Go to their graves, and turn to clay,
A bright reward awaits the just.
And we the glorious tidings hear:
And find a resurrection there.
Sleeping in Jesus.
1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
Whose waking is supremely blest;
3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Debars this precious hiding-place;
Believers find the same repose.
Thy kindred and their graves may be ;
Whose days are past, whose toil is done : Here midnight care disturbs our rest;
Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor's flight!
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright. 3 O cheerless were our lengthened way;
But heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb. 4 O stay thy tears; the blest above
Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth,