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While sorrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
Our helper and our friend ;
'Till all our trials end.
Our pious fathers led; While love and holy zeal obey
The counsels of the dead. 4. Let us be wean'd from earthly joys;
Let hope our grief dispel : The dead in Jesus shall arise, In endless bliss to dwell.
HYMN 445. C. M.
On the death of a young person. 1. WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away
By death's resistless hand : Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
O may this truth, imprest
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.
Behold the gaping tomb:
To-morrow death may come. 4. The voice of this alarming scene
May ev'ry heart obey ;
HYMN 446. C. M.
On the death of a child. 1. ·L'FE is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour Aies ! Man is a tender transient flow'r,
That ev'n in blooming dies.
2. Death spreads like winter's frozen arms,
And beauty smiles no more.
Which pleas'd our eyes before ?
Each mournful thought employs, And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And wither'd all her joys.
And lo! stern winter flies;
The flow'ry tribes arise.
When what we now deplore Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
Religion points on high :
HYMN 447. C. M. 1. YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears Say not in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are ffed.
In fond distress ye lie;
A heav'nly Parent nigh.
“In my own house a place ; “No names of daughters and of sons
“ Could yield so high a grace. 4.“ Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
“ A rising race can give. “In endless honour and delight,
“My children all shall live." 5. We welcome, Lord ! those rising tears,
Through which thy face we see ;
And bless those wounds, which, thro’our hearts, Prepare a way for thee.
HYMN 448. L. M.
On the death of a parent. 1.
Think, while your swelling griefs o’erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away,
That soy’reign hand can heal your wo. 2. And, while your mournful thoughts deplore
The parent gone, remov'd the friend With hearts resign'd, his grace adore,
On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3. Does he not bid his children come
Through death's dark shades to realms of light? Yet, when he calls them to their home
Shall fond survivors mourn their flight ? 4. His word-here let your souls rely
Immortal consolation gives : Your heav'nly Father cannot die,
Th’eternal Friend for ever lives. 5. O be that test of friends your trust;
On his almighty arm recline.
HYMN 449. L. M.
The Orphan's prayer. 1. O hear me, Lord ! on thee I call,
And prostrate at thy footstool fall; Propitious in my cause appear,
And bow to my request thine ear.
Behold me, but without a frown:
Thy presence, heav'nly Lord ! deny. 3.0 let me, on thy aid reclin'd,
Thee still my great salvation find;
4. Though, doom'd the orphan's lot to bear,
No father's kind concern ( share,
My wants attentive to supply :
The Parent and the Friend I see;
8. FOR THE YOUNG, AND OLD.
HYMN 450. L. M.
Let pious thoughts your minds employ.
And peace to crown your mortal state:
Your lips from slander and deceit.
His ears are open to their cries :
violence and lies.
God with his grace is ever nigh:
HYMN 451. c. M.
The road that leads to hell.
To serve the Lord betimes;
Are harden'd by their crimes.
3. It saves us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young:.
And makes our virtue strong. 4. To thee, almighty God! to thee
Our hearts we now resign: 'Twill please us, to look back and see,
That our whole lives were thine! 5. Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise
Employ our daily breath:
HYMN 452, L. M.
blood, Remember your Creator, God. Behold, the months come hast’ning on,
When you shall say,“ my joys are gone." 2. God from on high beholds your thoughts ;
His book records your secret faults :
Must all appear before the sun. 3. Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
head. 4. The dust returns to dust again ;
The soul in agonies of pain,
From earth’s alluring vanities;
HYMN 453. s. M.
My God! to thee I pray:
How I may cleanse my way.