The spirit of my mind renew,
And save me in thy Son.
4 Let me attest thy pow'r,
Let me thy goodness prove,
Till my full soul can hold no more
Of everlasting love.
HYMN 363. Eights.
A view of Death delightful to à Believer.
Hlovely appearance of death,
What sight upon earth is so fair?
Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
Can with a dead body compare.
With solemn delight I survey
The corpse, when the spirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead.
2 How blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind;
How easy the soul, that has left
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see,
No longer in misery now,
No longer a sinner like me.
3 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war in the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again;
No anger henceforward, or shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.
4 This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immoveable breast
Is heav'd by affliction no more; This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat;
It never shall flutter again.
5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose,
Have strangely forgotten to weep; The fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see.
6 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew, Oh, might I this moment become! My spirit created anew,
My flesh be consign'd to the tomb!
HYMN 364. L. M.
A Funeral Hymn at the Interment of the Body.
[N. B. If this or the preceding hymn is sung at the funeral of a female, the words she and her may be substituted in place of he and his.]
U Take this new treasure to thy trust;
NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
And angels watch his soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son
Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed:
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn,
Attend, O earth! his sov'reign word;
Restore thy trust, a glorious form;
He must ascend to meet his Lord.
HYMN 365. C. M.
A Prospect of the Resurrection.
IO! I behold the scatt'ring shades,
The dawn of heav'n appears;
The sweet, immortal morning, spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.
2 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.
3 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise !"
And lo, the graves obey;
The waking saints with joyful eyes,
Salute th' expected day.
4 They leave the dust, and on the wing,
Rise on the midway air;
In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there,
5 Oh, may our humble spirit stand
Among them, cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
6 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing!
HYMN 366. L. M.
Sin and Misery connected.
WHAT wretched fools are they, who hear,
With scorn, the sound of gospel grace;
For sorrow walks along with sin,
Although they keep not equal pace.
2 How blindly sinners grasp their chain,
And yet of freedom vainly boast;
They look for happiness and peace,
Nor think by sin their peace is lost.
3 Approaching vice is deck'd in charms,
And smiles with promises of gain;
No sooner past its joys are fled,
And all its pleasures chang'd to pain.
4 Sinners may for a time rejoice,
Till storms of threaten'd wrath arise,
Till justice grasp th' avenging sword,
And then the wretch, the sinner dies.
The Day of Judgment will shew the Connection between Sin and Misery.
OD from his throne, with piercing eye,
G Naked does ev'ry heart behold,
But never, till we come to die,
Will he to us the view unfold.
2 Should sin, in naked form, appear,
Just as it rises in the heart,
And others know and see it there,
In ev'ry feeling, ev'ry thought:
3 The fire of hell must kindle soon,
How envy and revenge would flame!
One heart would urge another on,
Till rage and vengence want a name!
4 Sin in its nature would appear
A living death, to form a hell;
The worst of mis'ries creature fear,
The worst of plagues the tongue can tell.
5 Unveil'd and naked ev'ry heart
Before the judgment-seat must stand;
Sin act no more a double part,
But meet a death from its own hand.
6 The fiery lake must hotter grow,
From the fierce clash of sinful souls ;
Each bosom, like a furnace, glow,
Nor God the rage, or fire control.
HYMN 368. Sevens.
Sinner, prepare to meet God
SINNER, art thou still secure
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hand endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors cloth his brow!
For his judgments stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.
3 At his presence nature shakes;
Earth affrighted, hastes to flee;
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