HYMN 245. P. M.

1 BROTHER, 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.

s 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

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HYMN 246. L. M

THE 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;

The Spirit is come and the work is begun,
And we all are united in one.

2 Salvation we see, for all nations is free,

The members of Christ are all one?

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, Pressing onward in faith, without fear;

Such objects pursue, as the world never knew, And never will till the gospel they hear.

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.

WHEN swelling Jordan o'er us rolls,

Should Christ his lovely presence hide,

Will it not overwhelm our souls,

Before we reach the Canaan side?

2 Who knows how deep the flood may be, When we our awful summons hear; Or what dark prospect we may see, When his black banners death shall rear? 3 Well, should the tyrant death display His fiercest form when we pass o'er, Our skilful guide knows all the way, From Jordan's brink, to Canaan's shore. 4 Yes, the Redeemer once was dead!

And, when he pass'd the gloomy grave, Death's blackest waves roll'd o'er his head, That we might know his power to save.

5 Jesus has conquered death for us,

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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.

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
Then let not earth's trifles oppress thee,
Thy kingdom's preparing above;
Be faithful, and Jesus will bless thee,
With joys that can never remove.

2 O envy not those who aspire

In splendor and honor to live;

When their's is all burnt up with fire,
Thy portion will be to receive.
Hail happy believer in Jesus

No longer for trifles now care;

Thy kingdom above never ceases,

And Jesus will soon call thee there.

HYMN 250. C. M.

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,

Drawn from Emmanuel's veins:
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,

Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5. Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save,

When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be,)

For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by power divine;
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.

HYMN 251. P. M.

Hallelujah.

HARK the song of Jubilee;

Lond as mighty thunders roar,

Or the fulness of the sea,

When it breaks upon the shore; Hallelujah! for the Lord, Gomnipotent, shall reign;

Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.
2 Hallelujah!-hark! the sound,
From the centre to the skies,
Wakes above, beneath, around,
All creation's harmonies:
See Jehovah's banners furl'd

Sheathed his sword: He speaks-'tis done, And the kingdoms of this world Are the kingdoms of his Son.

3 He shall reign from pole to pole
With illimitable sway;

He shall reign, when like a scroll
Yonder heavens have pass'd away:
Then the end;-beneath his rol,
Man's last enemy snall fall,
Hallelujah! Christ is God,

God in Christ, is all in all.

HYMN 252. S. M.

The Church militant learning the Churce trium

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SING

phant's Song.

ING we the song of those who stand
Around the eternal throne,

Of every kindred, clime, and land,

A multitude unknown.

2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To day the young, the old,

Our Saviour and his flock, appear
One shepherd and one fold.

3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await,
On earth the pilgrim throng,
Yet learn we in our low estate,
The church triumphant's son"
4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeem'd above,

Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing
Who died our souls to save;

Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting
Thy victory, O Grave?