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Ye living men! come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie. 2.4 Princes! this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers;
The tall, the wise, the reverend head, P
Must lie as low as ours." af 3 Great God! is this our certain doom fo.
And are we still secure ?
And yet prepare no more ?
To fit our souls to fly;
We'll rise above the sky.
HYMN 644, s. M. 644
Death and the Resurrection.
This mortal frame decay ?
Lie mouldering in the clay?
And, often from the skies,
Till he shall bid it rise. mf 3 Arrayed in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine;
Look heavenly and divine.
To Jesus dying love;
And sing his power above.
Of these our humble songs;
With our immortal tongues.
HYMN 645, S. L. M.
World! with thy cares, away!
Silence and darkness reign around :
But lo! the break of day!
To shine upon this scene of tears!
This pale and lovely clay!
Marked ye the eyes' last ray ?
It lapsed in immortality.
Rivers should swell our eyes ;
We would not quench our sighs,
And all th' embodied soul were seen.
In stillness, o'er the loss;
Who bore on earth his cross;
HYMN 646, C. M. 646
Is equal warning given;
Above us, is the heaven.
And lurks in every flower;
Its peril-every hour.
Of youth's soft cheek, decay, тр
And fate descend, in sudden night,
On manhood's middle day..
Halt feebly to the tomb;
And dreams of days to come ?
5 Turn, mortal! turn; thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead.
To truths divinely given;
Shall live, for hell, or heaven.
HYMN 647, C. M. 647
Death and Eternity. mp
And pants away his breath.
His pulse is faint and few;
He bids the world adieu !
At once it leaves the clay;
And track its wondrous way:
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.
And must this soul remove?
To bear it safe above !
My naked soul I trust;
To drop into my dust.
HYMN 648, L. M. 648
Prayer of the dying Christian.
U To slumber in the arms of death :
E’en till my last expiring breath. .
2 Soon will the storm of life be o'er,
And I shall enter endless rest:
And bless thy nama for ever blest.
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Before my spirit hence depart.
And fetch me from this world of woe;
And bid farewell to all below.
Still louder notes than angels sing, -
My God, my Saviour, and my King!
HYMN 649, L. M. 649
Mourning with Submission.
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, тр When righteous persons fall around, -
When tender friends and kindred die. mp 2 Yet not one anxious, murm'ring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend; Nor would our bleeding hearts forget
Th' almighty, ever-living Friend.
Our feeble flesh and heart may fail;
O’er every gloomy fear prevail.
Our Rock, our Portion and our Friend;
Onr sinking souls shall still depend.
HYMN 650, C. M.
HEN blooming youth is snatched away,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
That pity must demand.
mp 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh! may this truth, impressed > With awful power,—“I too must die!"
Sink deep in every breast. mp
3 Let this vain world engage no more; P
Behold the gaping toinb!
It bids us seize the present hour,тр
To-morrow death may come. mf 4 Oh! let us fly-to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
And triumph o'er the grave.
With cleansing, healing power:
This only can prepare the heart, mp
For death's surprising hour.
HYMN 651, C. M. 651
Death and the Resurrection. тр
THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger’s path,
Are marching to the tomb.
Aná all our powers decay,
Shall sleep the years away.
In this our last retreat,
The storms of life shall beat.
The vital spark shall lie;
For, o'er life's wreck, that spark shall rise
Our Father's care shall keep,
The long and dreary sleep.
Shall shed its mildest rays,