Each herb and blossom knows its time, 4 Revolving seasons still proclaim Seed time and harvest speak thy name,- 616 f 1 AWAKE HYMN 616, C. M. Close of the Year. saints! and raise your eyes, ye mf. 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 18 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Ere all its glories stand revealed 4 Ye wheels of nature! speed your course, 617 m 1 20 Ρ Fast as ye bring the night of death, THEE HYMN 617, C. M. Time short-Man frail. HEE we adore, eternal Name! How feeble is our mortal frame, mp 2 The year rolls round, and steals away Λ mp A V ΙΛ 3 Good God! on what a slender thread Th' eternal state of all the dead, 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, And yet, how unconcerned we go, m 5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, 618 mp p> mp mf f" 1 UN DEATH. HYMN 618, L. M. Death and Burial of Saints. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, While angels watch the soft repose. Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed! 619 m 1 mp mp Ρ CEAS HYMN 619, 8s and 7s. Mourners Comforted. YEASE, ye mourners! cease to languish, 2 While our silent steps are straying, Lonely, through night's deepening shade, Round th' immortal spirit's head. mf 3 Light and peace at once deriving, < From the hand of God most high, They shall never-never die. mf 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, m Sickness there, no more can come; Sheds o'er heaven a moment's gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners! cease to languish, ·620 m 1 Ρ Ρ V 621 LAVIV VI VAI > HEAR HYMN 620, C. M. Dying in the Lord. AR what the voice from heaven proclaims "Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping-bed. 2 "They die in Jesus, and are blessed,— From sufferings, and from sins, released, 8 "Far from this world of toil and strife, 1 WHY HYMN 621, C. M. Mourning with Hope. HY should our tears in sorrow flow, And bids them leave a world of woe, 2 Is not e'en death a gain to those, 3 Their toils are past-their work is done, They fought the fight, the vict'ry won, 4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow,- But let our hearts, in every woe, 622 aff лла mp AVI HYMN 622, C. M. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, 2 When every long-loved scene of life When the last sigh, that shakes the frame, 30 thou great Source of joy supreme! 4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand And, with a ray of love divine, 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, 623 m 1 And, in thy fond embraces, lose HYMN 623, S. M. Reflections on past Generations. [OW swift the torrent rolls, но That bears us to the sea! The tide which hurries thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers!-where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs--and hopes and cares, 3 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, While still the remnant of their dust Lies in the grave forgot. 4 There, where the fathers lie, Nor other heritage possess, ΔΙ mf 5 God of our fathers! hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, 6 Of all the pious dead 624 1 May we the footsteps trace, HOW HYMN 624, L. M. Death of the Righteous. OW blest the righteous when he dies,— 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks a gale when storms are o'er; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; Nothing disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears! Where lights and shades alternate dwell: How bright th' unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world! farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say,แ How blest the righteous when he dies!” 625 mf 1 HAPPY HYMN 625, 8s and 7s. The dying Saint comforted. APPY soul! thy days are ending,- Lo! the Saviour stands above; |