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HYMN 622, C. M. 622
Prayer in View of Death. af 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life,
Great God! at thy command ;-
Stands ready to depart;
Shall rend this bursting heart;-
Whose arm alone can save,
The entrance to the grave.
Beneath iny sinking head ;
Illume my dying bed.
May I resign my breath,
66 The bitterness of death."
HYMN 623, S. M. 623
Reflections on past Generations. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls,
The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
With all they called their own
And wealth and honor--gone!
Beyond our mortal thought,
Lies in the grave forgot. тр 4 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
But such a gloomy cell.
5 God of our fathers ! lear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
Our souls to thee commend.
May we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face.
HYMN 624, L. M. 624
Death of the Righteous.
OW blest the righteous when he dies, P
When sinks a weary soul to rest !
How mildiy beam the closing eyes! P> How gently leaves th' expiring breast! mp 2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks a gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day; P
So dies a wave along the shore. mp 3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Which his unfettered soul cnjoys.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell :
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,-
“How blest the righteous when he dios !"
HYMN 625, 88 and 78. 625
The dying Saint comforted. mf 1
All thy mourning days below:
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Reaches out the crown of love.
2 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain ;
Suffer-with thy Lord to reign :
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To lis everlasting rest.
HYMN 626, 7s and 4. 626
Support in Death. aft 1
THEN the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,–
Light me through the darksome way;
Usher in eternal day.
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
To thy praise attune my lyre :
I will join th’immortal choir.
Shall the judginent dawn proclaim,
Mid creation's final flame,
Thou wilt own my worthless name.
HYMN 627, C. M. 627
Mourning with Hope. aft 1 once-lored form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And withered all her joys.
When what we now deplore
And bloom to fade no inore.
Religion points on high;
mf There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die.
HYMN 628, L. M. 628
Death of an Infant. mp 1
Frail smiling solace of an hour!
And pleasure only blooms to die. aft 2 Is there no kind, -no lenient art,
To heal the anguish of the heart?
Thy comforts are not made to die.
Till dying hope shall live again ;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, mf And faith points upward to the sky.
HYMN 629, C. M. 629
The Grave peaceful. mp 1
Where— Th' appointed house, by leaven's decree,
Receives us all at last!
Their passions rage no more;
From all the toils he bore.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
To meet their final doom.
HOW still and
peaceful is the grave,
HYMN 630, C. M. 630
Prospect of Denth. тр
And think, how near it stands,
And fly to unknown lands. 2 And you, my eyes! look down and view P
The hollow gaping tomb;
Whene'er the summons come.
3 Oh! could we die with those that die, .
And place us in their stead;
And converse with the dead.
In their own glorious forms,
To dwell with mortal worms.
Before the summons come,
To their eternal home.
HYMN 631, 83 and 78. 631
The Spirit of a dying Christian. < 1
ARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, mf
And the billows round thee roar;
Stands on yon celestial shore.
There, the living waters glide;
Standing by Immanuel's side. mf 3 Linger not,—the stream is narrow,
Though its cold dark waters rise ;
Guides thy path to yonder skies.
HYMN 632, L. M. 632
What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! < Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
Fright our approaching souls away;
Fond of our prisou and our clay.
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,