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5 God of our fathers ! hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!-
Our souls to thee coinmend.
May we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face.
HYMN 624, L. M. 624
Death of the Righteous.
When sinks a weary soul to rest !
How gently heaves th' expiring breast! тр 2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks a gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day; P
So dies a wave along the shore.
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell:
Farewell, inconstant world! farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies; mit
While heaven and earth combine to say,
“How blest the righteous when he dies !"
HYMN 625, 8s and 78. 625
The dying Saint comforted.
All thy mourning days below:
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Reaches out the crown of love.
2 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Suffer--with thy Lord to reign :
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,-
To his everlasting rest.
HYMN 626, 7s and 4. 626
Support in Death.
Faint and cold this mortal clay,-
Light me through the darksome way;
Usher in eternal day.
Bid my waiting soul aspire ;
Open thou the crystal gate; mf To thy praise attune my lyre : f
I will join th' immortal choir.
Shall the judginent dawn proclaim,
Mid creation's final flame,
Thou wilt own my worthless name.
HYMN 627, C. M. 627
Mourning with Hope. aft 1 THAT once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And withered all her joys.
When what we now deplore
And bloom to fade no more.
Religion points on high;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die. art 2 Is there no kind,--no lenient art,
To heal the anguish of the heart?
Thy comforts are not made to die.
Till dying hope shall live again;
Hope wipes the tear froin sorrow's eye, mif And faith points upward to the sky.
HYMN 629, C. M. 629
The Grave peacefui.
Where,---life's vain tumults past,
Receives us all at last!
Their passions rage no more;
From all the toils he bore.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
To meet their final doom.
HYMN 630, C. M. 630
Prospect of Death. mp Y soul! come, meditate the day,
And think, how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.
The hollow gaping tomb;
Whene'er the sunimons come.
aft 3 Oh! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead;
And converse with the dead.
And wonder, why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.
Before the summons come,
And pray, and wish our souls away, mf
To their eternal home.
HYMN 631, 8s and 7s. 631
The Spirit of a dying Christian, < 1
PARTING soul! the flood awaits thee, mf
And the billows round thee roar;
Stands on yon celestial shore.
There, the living waters glide;
Standing by Immanuel's side. if 3 Linger not,—the stream is narrow,
Though its cold dark waters rise;
Guides thy path to yonder skies.
HYMN 632, L. M. 632
Death disarmed. 1 HY 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.
Fright our approaching souls away;
Fond of our prison and our clay.
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
And breathe my life out sweetly there,
WHY do we mourn departing friends,
HYMN 633, C. M.
Comfort in the Death of Friends.
Or shake at death's alarms?
To call them to his arms.
As fast as time can move?
To keep us from our love.
Their bodies to the tomb ?
And left a long perfume.
And softened every bed :
But with their dying Head?
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord his saints shall fly,
And bid our kindred rise;
Ye saints! ascend the skies.
HYMN 634, C. M. 634
That blasts our joys in death, -
And gathers back our breath.
Of all the worlds above,
Nor from their purpose move.