HYMN 245. P. M. 1 BR ROTHER, thou art before us gone, and thy saintly soul is flown, Where tears are wiped from every eye, and sorrow is unknown; From the burden of the flesh, and from care and fear releas'd, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 2 The toilsome way thou'st travell'd o'er, and borne the heav'y load, But Christ has taught thy languid feet to reach his blest abode; Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus, upon his Father's breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 3 Sin can never taint thee now, nor doubt thy faith assail, Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit fail; And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, whom on earth thou loved'st best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 4 "Earth to earth," and "dust to dust," the solemn priest hath said, So we lay the turf above thee now, and seal thy narrow bed: But thy spirit, brother, soars away among the faithful blest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. 5 And when the Lord shall summon us, whom thou hast left behind, May we, untainted by the world, as sure a wel come find; May each, like thee, depart in peace, to be a glorious guest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. HYMN 246. L. M HE schools of scribes, and courts of kings, The learned and great he passes by, Chooses the weak and foolish things, His truth and grace to testify: Plain simple men, his call endues With power and wisdom from above And such he still vouchsafes to use, Who nothing know but Jesu's love. HYMN 247. P. M. THE great God of love, now hath shined from above, And hath taught us the Impartial Song ; 2 Salvation we see, for all nations is free, We'll march uniform, without fear face the storm. Ever singing the Impartial Song. 3 Thus joined in one, the good race we will run, 4 The Spirit of God now hath taught us the road, And the comforter leads us along; The book is unseal'd, Judah's Lion takes the field, And inspires with the Impartial Song. 5 We'll mount on the wing, and with ardour we'll sing, Hallelujahs to God and the Lamb; With rapture we'll sound, o'er Immanuel's ground, What a precious Redeemer hath done. 6 O glorious days! when in raptures of praise, Join'd with seraphs in mansions above, Free grace we shall sound, through eternity's round, And our union still heighten in love. 7 Then let us be true, and our journey pursue, Toward heaven, our glorious home; Still rul'd by the word, Christ has left on record, Singing glory to Jesus.-Amen. HYMN 248. L. M. 1 WHEN swelling Jordan o'er us rolls, Should Christ his lovely presence hide, Will it not overwhelm our souls, 2 Who knows how deep the flood may be, And, when he pass'd the gloomy grave, When his dark mansions he pass'd through: He to a blessing turn'd the curse, And we shall triumph o'er him too. HYMN 249. P. M. 1 HAIL, happy believer in Jesus! Tho' all things around thee may frown, At present whatever thy case is, This know, thou art born to a crown 20 envy not those who aspire In splendor and honor to live; When their's is all burnt up with fire, No longer for trifles now care; 1 Thy kingdom above never ceases, And Jesus will soon call thee there. HYMN 250. C. M. HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, When this poor lisping, stamm`ring tongue 6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd For me a blood-bought free reward, 7 'Tis string, and tun'd for endless years, To sound in God the Father's ears HYMN 251. P. M. HARK the song of Jubilee; Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore; Hallelujah! for the Lord, God omnipotent, shall reign; Hallelujah! let the word Echo round the earth and main. Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done, Are the kingdoms of his Son. 3 He shall reign from pole to pole He shall reign, when like a scroll HYMN 252. S. M. The Church militant learning the Churce trium SIN phant's Song. 1 NING we the song of those who stand Of every kindred, clime, and land, 2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here; Our Saviour and his flock, appear 3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await, 5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing, Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting? |