ΙΛΙ mj 5 God of our fathers! hear,- 6 Of all the pious dead 624 m 1 May we the footsteps trace, HOW HYMN 624, L. M.. Death of the Righteous. OW blest the righteous when he dies,- 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks a gale when storms are o'er; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears! 625 Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say,"How blest the righteous when he dies!" HYMN 625, 8s and 7s. The dying Saint comforted. mf 1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ending, All thy mourning days below: Lo! the Saviour stands above; ΠΑΛΙ mp mf 2 For the joy he sets before thee, 626 aff 1 To his everlasting rest. WHE HYMN 626, 7s and 4. Support in Death. WHEN the vale of death appears, Usher in eternal day. 2 Upward from this dying state, I will join th' immortal choir. 3 When the mighty trumpet, blown, 627 aff 1 ۱۸۷ m.f Thou wilt own my worthless name. HYMN 627, C. M. Mourning with Hope. THAT once-loved form, now cold and dead, And nature weeps, her comforts fled, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,- Shall rise, in full immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more. 3 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears, mf 628 mp 1 There everlasting spring appears, HYMN 628, L. M. Death of an Infunt. fades the lovely, blooming flower,Frail smiling solace of an hour! So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die. aff 2 Is there no kind,-no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace! be ever nigh, Thy comforts are not made to die. 3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope shall live again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky. mf 629 1 HOW HYMN 629, C. M. The Grave peaceful. OW still and peaceful is the grave, Where,-life's vain tumults past,— Th' appointed house, by heaven's decree, Receives us all at last! 2 The wicked there from troubling cease, And there, the weary pilgrim rests 3 All, leveled by the hand of death, 630 mp P 1 Till God, in judgment, call them forth, MY HYMN 630, C. M. Prospect of Death. Y soul! come, meditate the day, 2 And you, my eyes! look down and view This gloomy prison waits for you, aff 3 Oh! could we die with those that die, mf VIVA | V mf Then should we see the saints above, And wonder, why our souls should love 5 We should almost forsake our clay, 631 1 mf And pray, and wish our souls away, HYMN 631, 8s and 7s. The Spirit of a dying Christian. PARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, And the billows round thee roar; Stands on yon celestial shore. 2 There, are crowns and thrones of glory, There, the just in shining raiment, mf 3 Linger not,—the stream is narrow, 632 HYMN 632, L. M. Death disarmed. 1 WHY should we start, and fear to die? What tim❜rous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 633 m 1 dol P VIVRE Feel soft as downy pillows are, HYMN 633, C. M. Comfort in the Death of Friends. WHY HY do we mourn departing friends, 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble, to convey There, the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, f" 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 634 Awake, ye nations under ground! HYMN 634, C. M. Silent Submission. 1 PEACE! 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand, Changes the visage once so dear, 2 'Tis he, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, |