2 For the joy he sets before thee, mf 626 aff 1 Λ WE HYMN 626, 7s and 4. HEN the vale of death appears,→ Usher in eternal day. 2 Upward from this dying state, I will join th' immortal choir. 3 When the mighty trumpet, blown, 627 aff 1 Thou wilt own my worthless name. THAT HYMN 627, C. M. Mourning with Hope. HAT once-loved form, now cold and dead, And nature weeps, her comforts fled, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,- Shall rise, in full immortal prime, 3 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears, mf 628 mp 1 There everlasting spring appears, HYMN 628, L. M. Death of an Infant. O fades the lovely, blooming flower,- aff 2 Is there no kind,-no lenient art, mf 629 mp 1 HOW HYMN 629, C. M. The Grave peaceful. OW still and peaceful is the grave, Where,-life's vain tumults past,Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree, Receives us all at last! 2 The wicked there from troubling cease, And there, the weary pilgrim rests 3 All, leveled by the hand of death, 630 тр 1 Till God, in judgment, call them forth, MY HYMN 630, C. M. Prospect of Death. Y soul! come, meditate the day, 2 And you, my eyes! look down and view This gloomy prison waits for you, aff 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, V Λ mf Then should we see the saints above, 5 We should almost forsake our clay, And pray, and wish our souls away, To their eternal home. HYMN 631, 8s and 7s. The Spirit of a dying Christian. PARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, And the billows round thee roar;` Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There, are crowns and thrones of glory, mf 3 Linger not, the stream is narrow, 632 HYMN 632, L. M. Death disarmed. 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Ρ 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 633 dol VIV mf 1 Feel soft as downy pillows are, HYMN 633, C. M. Comfort in the Death of Friends. WHY ́HY do we mourn departing friends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble, to convey 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, f" 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 634 P 1 Awake, ye nations under ground! HYMN 634, C. M. Silent Submission. PEACE! 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand, That blasts our joys in death, Changes the visage once so dear, 2 'Tis he, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, p 3 'T is he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our covenant God and Father he, 5 Silent, we own Jehovah's namne,- 635 mp 1 Ρ mf f HYMN 635, C. M. Triumph over Death. REAT God! I own the sentence just, G and nature must decay, I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, mf 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face, 636 And feast upon thine unknown grace, 1 THOU HYMN 636, 12s and 11s. A Funeral Hymn. 1 THOU art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. |