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3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound,
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,
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 frorn its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies!”
" Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord."
i 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 snare.
They 're present with the Lord; The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
L. P. M.
Life, Death, and Resurrection. 1 ETERNAŁ 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; On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,
Believers find the same repose. 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be ;
Blessedness of the Pious Dead.
i O stay thy tears; for they are blest,
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! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears;
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,
644. WATTS. Man frail, and God eternal. Ps. 90. 1 BEFORE the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same. 2 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun. 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day. 4 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light: The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 't is night. 5 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
Our Bodies frail, and God our Preserver.
Nor death nor danger fear;
What feeble things we are.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
And fades the grass away.
And dies, if one be gone;
Should keep in tune so long.
The God who built us first;
That reared us from the dust.
Our Maker we'll adore;
Or they would breathe no more.
11s. M. 646. EPISCOPAL COL.
I would not live alway. i I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way: I would not live alway: no,- welcome the tomb;
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 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; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul.