Can med'cines then prolong my breath,

Or virtue shield my heart?

-5 Ah, no!—then smooth the mortal hour; On thee my hope depends:

Support me with almighty pow'r,

While dust to dust descends.

o 6 Then shall my soul, O gracious God! (While angels join the lay,) Admitted to the blest abode,

Its endless anthems pay :

o 7 Through heav'n, howe'er remote the bound, Thy matchless love proclaim;

g And join the choir of saints, who sound Their great Redeemer's name.

RIPPON'S Cof

HYMN 220. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b]
Warning to prepare for Death.

1 AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear

Repent!thy end is nigh!

Death, at the farthest, can't be far,
Oh, think before thou die !

2 Reflect-thou hast a soul to save:
Thy sins-how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dread account?

3 Death enters-and there's no defence:
His time, there's none can tell:
He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven-or to hell!

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume;
But, ah! destruction stops not there-
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5 To-day the gospel calls;-to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you:

Let ev'ry one forsake his way,

And mercy will ensue.

HYMN 221. C. M.

HART.

Windsor. [b]

Death and Judgment appointed to All. Heb. ix, 27.

TEAV'N has confirm'd the dread decree,

1H That Adam's race must die:

One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down-
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;

e Hark! how the awful summons sounds, In ev'ry funeral knel!!

3 Once you must die-and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh:

For know, that heav'n or hell are hung,
On that important day!

4 Those eyes so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake the Judge to see;
And ev'ry word-and ev'ry thought-
Must pass his scrutiny.

-50 may I in the Judge behold
My Saviour and my Friend;

o And, far beyond the reach of death, With all his saints ascend.

1

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 222. L. M. Islington. [*]

Desiring to depart and be with Christ.

WHI

Phil. i, 23.
HILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scenes on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay;
And longs to wing its flight away.
o 2 Come, ye angelic guardians, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
-Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own.
e 3 The blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at his feet;

o Rais'd in his arms to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace.
-4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight,
I'll wait thy signal for my flight;
For, while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 223. C. M. St. Paul's. [b*]
Death welcomed: Heaven anticipated.
ND let this feeble body fail,

1 A and let it faint and die;

My soul shall quit the mournful vail,
And soar to worlds on high :-

2 Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
(That only bliss for which it pants,)
In the Redeemer's breast.

o 3 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain ;

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
4 I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliv'rer come;

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

e 5 0, what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,

And trees of Paradise.

o 6 I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
o They all are rob'd in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
-7 O what are all my suff'rings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet,
With that enraptur'd host t' appear,
And worship at thy feet!

8 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life and friends away;

But let me find them all again,

1

In that eternal day.

HYMN 224. L. M.

W

Carthage. [b*]

Death of the Sinner and Saint.

WHAT scenes of horrour and of dread
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrours all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night!

e 2 His sins in dreadful order rise,
And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.

3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast;
Where'er he turns he finds no rest:

o Death strikes the blow-he groans and criesAnd, in despair and horrour-dies.

SELEOF. 13

-4 Not so the heir of heav'nly bliss:
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.
b 5 His mind is tranquil and serene,
No terrours in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smooths his passage to the tomb.
-6 Lord make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in peace at last.

1

FAWCETT.

HYMN 225. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Infants, living or dying, in the Arms of Christ
HY life I read, my dearest Lord,
With transport all divine;

Thine image trace in ev'ry word,
Thy love in ev'ry line.

2 With joy I see a thousand charms,
Spread o'er thy lovely face;
While infants in thy tender arms,
Receive the smiling grace.

d 3 "I take these little lambs," said he,
"And lay them in my breast;
"Protection they shall find in me—
"In me be ever blest.

4 "Death may the bands of life unloose,
"But can't dissolve my love;

"Millions of infant souls compose

"The family above.

5 "Their feeble frames my power shall raise, "And mould with heav'nly skill:

"I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, "And hands to do my will."

o 6 His words, ye happy parents, hear,

And shout, with joys divine,

d Dear Saviour, all we have and are, Shall be forever thine.

1

STENNETT.

HYMN 226. C. M. Canterbury. [b*]
On the Death of Children. Isa. iv, 5.

YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears

Flow o'er your children dead,

Say not in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view,
A heavenly Parent nigh.

e 3 Tho', your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand;

o With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by the Almighty's hand.

d 4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;
"No name of daughters and of sons,
"Could yield so high a grace.

5 "Transient and vain is every hope
"A rising race can give ;
"In endless honour and delight,
"My children all shall live."

-6 We welcome, Lord. those rising tears,
Thro' which thy face we see;

o And bless those wounds which, thro' our hearts,

Prepare a way to thee.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 227. C. M. Isle of Wight. [*]
Death of a Young Person.

1 W By death's resistless hand,

HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, imprest

e With awful power-I too must dieSink deep in every breast.

e 3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

-It bids us seize the present hour!
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;

Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.