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Depart, ye sins, that griev'd him so ; Ye sins that forc'd him to remove. 4 Break, break my heart; complain my tongue Hither, my friends, your sorrow bring : Angels, assist my doleful song, If you have e'er a mourning string. 5 But, ah! your joys are ever high, Ever his lovely face you see; While my poor spirits pant and die, And groan, for Thee, my God, for Thee. 6 Yet let my hope look thro'my tears, And spy afar his rolling throne ; His chariot thro' the cleaving spheres, Shall bring the bright Beloved down. 7 Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, My soul springs out to meet him high ; Then the fair Conq'ror turns his wheels, And climbs the mansions of the sky. 8 There smiling joy for ever reigns, .No more the turtle leaves the dove ; Farewell to jealousies and pains, And all the ills of absent love.
HYMN 393. L. M.
Christ on the tree. MTOURN, mourn, ye saints, who once did see NI Our Saviour dear, nail'd to the tree : A bitter death he did endure, To save the souls of men secure. 2 Oh, how his purple streams did fow! His blood on man he did bestow; With hands and feet nail’u to the wood, And pierced side ran down with blood.
3 What wisdom can conceive or know,
. HYMN 394. C. M.
Christ's Death, Victory and Dominion. T SING my Saviour's wond'rous death ; I He conquer'd when he fell; 'Tis finish’d, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
The dreadful work is done ;
His kingdom is begun,
For glory and renown,
He pass'd to reach the crown. 4 Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
The vengeance or reward.
Await their sev'ral crowns : And all the suns otrkness fly
The terror of his frowns,
HYMN 395. Sevens.
Farewell to the World. W ORLD adieu! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms Fill'd my heart with fond conceit, Foolish hopes, and false alarms; Now I see as clear as day, How thy follies pass away. 2 Vain thy entertaining sights, False thy promises renew'd, All the pomp of thy delights Does but flatter and delude: Thee I quit for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love. 3 Farewell, honor's empty pride, Thy own nice, uncertain gust, If the least mischance betide, Lays thee lower than the dust : Worldly honors end in gall, Rise to-day-to-morrow fall. 4 Foolish vanity-farewell More inconstant than the waves; Where thy soothing fancies dwell, Purest tempers they deprave: He, to whom I fly from thee, Jesus Christ shall set me free. 5 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind Follow after ficeting toys, Since, in thee alone, I find Solid and substantial joys: Joys which never overpast, Through eternity shall last.
6 Lord! how happy is a heart
HYMN 396. (Tune, New-York.)
The Dying Christian to his Soul.
V Quit, Oh, quit this mortal frame;
HYMN 397. C. M.
A Funeral Piece. N UE righteous souls that take thcir flight
1 Far from this world of pain, In God's paternal bosom blest,
For ever shall remain.
2 To minds unwise they seem to die,
All joyful hope to cease ;
In everlasting peace.
When Christ descends from high; With myriads of angelic saints,
They'll meet him in the sky. 4 Their God, their Judge, their mighty Lord,
Shall pour redeeming grace ; And call them ever to behold, The brightness of his face.
HYMN 398. C. M. Christ the Fountain of Life. Rev. xxi. 6. nu, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound. 2 Here Jesus calls; and he's a true,
A kind, a faithful friend; He's Alpha and Omega too,
Beginning and the end. 3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your ev'ry burden bring;
A deep celestial spring.
Shall of this stream partake ;
And drink for Jesu's sake.
And living joy imparts;
And drink with thankful hearts.