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Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
(488.) C. M. 707.
Victory over death.
In all his dire array;
My courage dies away.
Whose-frown my soul alarms?
And vict'ry waits his arms.
Jesus, iny Saviour, lives:
And my faint heart revives. $ O may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine!
The conquest must be mine.
Accept the sacred trust;
And watch my sleeping dust. 6 O let me join angelic lays;
And, with the blissful throng,
L. M. 708.
Christ's Presence makes Deat} easy WHY should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away:
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 (), if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
S. M. 709.
Trumph over Death in Hope of the
This mortal frame decay?
Lie mouldering in the clay?
Shall but refine this flesh,
To put it on afresh.
And often, from the skies,
Till he shall bid it rise.
Shall these vile bodies shine,
Look heavenly and divine.
To Jesus' dying love;
And sing his power above.
Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues.
2. DEATH OF FRIENDS AND RELATIVES, 710. (444) C. M. 1
friends and kindred droop and die, And helpers be withdrawn; While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone? 2 Be thou our comfort, mighty
Till all our trials end. 3 O may our fect pursue
the way Our pious fathers led; While love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead
Let hope our grief dispel:
(448.) L. M. 711
On the death of a parent.
obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away,
That sov’reign hand can heal your wo. 2 And, while your mournful thoughts deploré
The parent gone, remov'd the friend! With hearts resign’d, his grace adore,
On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come
Thro’ death's dark shades to realms of light! Yet, when he calls them to their home
Shall fund survivors mourn their flight? His word-here let your souls rely Immortal consolation gives:
Your heav'nly Father cannot die,
Th' eternal Friend for ever lives. 5 O be that best of friends your trust;
On his almighty arm recline;
Can give you comforts more divine.
712. (487.) C. M. 1
WHILE to the grave our friends are boirie, How all the tender passions mourn,
And each fond heart complains! 2 But down to earth, alas! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes,
And upwards learn to rise.
And beams a healing ray;
To realms of endless day. 4 To those bright courts when hope ascends,
She calms the swelling wo;
And tears forget to flow.
That earthly comfort dies; But lasting happiness explore,
And ask it from the skies.
3. DEATH OF THE YOUNG,
C. M. 713. Children dying in their Infancy in the
arms of Jesus. Matt. xix. 14. life I read, my dearest Lord!
With transport all divine; Thy image trace in every word, T'hy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charm,
Spread o'er thy lovely face, While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace. 3 •I take these little lambs,' said he,
And lay them in my breast;
In me be ever blest.
But can't dissolve my love;
The family above, 5 Their feeble frames my power shall raise,
And mould with heavenly skill:
And hands to do my will.
And shout, with joys divine,
Shall be for ever thine. 714,
(446.) C. M.
On the death of a child. 1 L'
IFE is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour Hies!
That e'en in blooming dies. 9 The once lov'd form, now cold and deal,
Each mournful thought employs;
And wither'd all her joys.
And lo! stern winter Aies;
The flow'ry tribes arise. 4 llope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore