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4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
HYMN 633, C. M. 633
Comfort in the Death of Friends.
Or shake at death's alarms?
To call them to his arms.
As fast as time can move?
To keep us from our love.
Their bodies on the tomb?
And left a long perfume.
And softened every bed.
But with their dying Head?
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord his saints shall fly,
And bid our kindred rise;
Ye saints! ascend the skies.
HYMN 634, C. M. 634
That blasts our joys in death, -
And gathers back our breath.
Of all the worlds above,
Nor from their purpose move.
3 ’T is he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;
A thousand rich supplies.
In Christ, our bleeding Lord;
With one reviving word.
We kiss thy chastening liand;
To thy supreme command.
HYMN 635, C. M. 635
Triumph over Death. mp
1 (REAT God! I own the sentence just,
And nature must decay ;
To dwell with fellow clay.
And trainple on the tombs; mf My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives,
My God, my Saviour, comes.
High on a royal seat;
Lie vanquished at his feet.
With strong, iminortal eyes ;
With pleasure and surprise.
HYMN 636, 12s and 118. 636
A Funeral Hymn. 1 THOT art gone to the grave--but we will not
deplore thee, тр 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
2 Thou art gone to the grave-we no longer be
hold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by
thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to en
fuld thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hati
died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave--and, its mansion
forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered
long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on
thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the se
raphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not
deplore thee, Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy
guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore
thee; And death hath no sting, since the Saviour
HYMN 637, C. M. 637
Victory over Death.
To cheer my dying hours ;
And all his frightful powers !
My quivering lips should sing, -
O deathil where is thy sting?"
Death has no sting beside :
But Christ, iny Ranso:n, died.
Who makes us conquerors, while we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.
HYMN 638, C. M. 638
The Death of Children.
Flow children dead,
Say not in transports of despair, p> That all your hopes are tied. P 2 While, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie, mf
Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view
A heavenly parent nigh.
Like withered trunks ye stand;
Touched by the Almighty's hand.
" In my own house a place;
Could yield so bigh a grace.
A rising race can give;
My children all shall live.”
Through which thy face we see; [hearts,
Prepare a way for thee.
HYMN 639, L. M. 639
The Christian's parting Hour. dol 1 LOW sweet the hour of closing day,
And the broad sun's retiring lay
Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene!
So peacefully he sinks to rest;
Strengthens and cheers liis languid breast. 3 Mark but that radiance of liis eye,
That smile upon his wasted cheek!
In language which no tongue can speak.
4 A beam from heaven is sent to clieer
The pilgrim on liis gloomy road;
To bear him to their briglit abode.
Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless ;
Then wake to perfect happiness?
HYMN 640, C. M. 640
The Christian's Farewell.
E golden lamps of leaven! farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thon ever-changing moon! тр Pale empress of the night.
2 And thon, refulgent orb of day! mf In brighter flames arrayed,
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands tly aid.
Of my divine abode,
Where I shall see my God.
Shall there his beams display ;
With that invaried day.
Shall swell into mine eyes ;
Amid those brighter skies.
Shall in one song unite;
With infinite delight.
HYMN 641, C. M. 641
The Moment after Death.
vain the faney strives to paint
When yielding up his breath.