3. Yet, Lord! whate'er is felt or fear'd,
This thought is our repose,

That he, by whom our frame was rear'd,
Its various frailties knows.

4. Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,
Whilst struggling with our load;
In pains and dangers thou art nigh,
Our Father, and our God.

5. Gently supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace;
Where ev'ry pain shall far remove,
And ev'ry weakness cease.

HYMN 484. s. M.

1. BEHOLD the gloomy vale,

Which thou, my soul, must tread, Beset with terrors fierce and pale, That leads thee to the dead.

2. Ye pleasing scenes, adieu !

Which I so long have known.
My friends, a long farewell to you;
For I must pass alone.

3. But see! a ray of light,

With splendours all divine,

Breaks through these dreary realms of night, And makes its horrors shine.

4. Where death, where darkness reigns,

Jehovah

my stay;

His rod my trembling feet sustains,
His staff defends my way.

5. Great Shepherd! lead me on ;

My soul disdains to fear.

Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown,
Now life's great Lord is near.

HYMN 485. c. M.

1. HOW still and peaceful is the grave!
Where life's vain tumults past,

Th' appointed house, by heav'ns decree,
Receives us all at last,

2. The wicked there from troubling cease;
There passions rage no more;
And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.

3. There rest the pris'ners, now releas'd
From slav'ry's sad abode;

No more they hear th' oppressor's voice,
Or dread the tyrant's rod,

4. There servants, masters, small and great,
Partake the same repose;

And there, in peace, the ashes mix

Of those who once were foes.

5. All, levell'd by the hand of death,
Lie sleeping in the tomb ;

Till God, in judgment, call them forth,
To meet their righteous doom.
HYMN 486. c. M.

1. AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise your Maker's love,
Which shows salvation nigh.

2. Swift on the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

3. Not many years their round shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes.

4. Ye wheels of nature! speed your course; Ye mortal pow'rs! decay:

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Sure as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

HYMN 487. c. M.

WHE
HILE to the grave our friends are borne,

Around their cold remains,

How all the tender passions mourn,
And each fond heart complains!

2. But down to earth, alas! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes.
Ah! let us leave these seats of pain,
And upwards learn to rise.

3. Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,
And beams a healing ray;

And guides us from the darksome tomb, To realms of endless day.

4. To those bright courts when hope ascends, She calms the swelling wo;

In hope we meet our happy friends,
And tears forget to flow.

5. Then let our hearts repine no more,
That earthly comfort dies;
But lasting happiness explore,
And ask it from the skies.

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HYMN 488. o. M

WHEN death appears before my sight,

In all his lire array;

Unequal to the dreadful fight,
My courage dies away.

2. How shall I meet this potent foe,
Whose frown my soul alarms?
Dark horror sits upon his brow,
And vict'ry waits his arms.

3. But see my glorious Leader nigh!
Jesus, my Saviour, lives:

Before him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.
4.0 may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine!

Sustain'd by God's almighty pow'r,
The conquest must be mine.

5. Lord! I commit my soul to thee:
Accept the sacred trust;
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust.

6. O let me join angelic lays,
And with the blissful throng,

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Resound salvation, pow'r, and praise,
In everlasting song!

HYMN 489. L. M.

WHEN all the pow'rs of nature fail,

When sickness shall my heart assail,

Shall ev'ry nobler part pervade,
And ev'ry earthly wish shall fade:
2. When pain, of ev'ry nerve possest,
Shall vibrate in my throbbing breast;
And languor o'er my senses steal,
And medicine lose its pow'r to heal :
3. When my dim eyes are sunk in death,
And God, who gave, shall take my breath:
Do thou sustain my fainting heart,
And comfort to my soul impart.

4. May thy bright presence bring relief
From fear, despondency, and grief;
Thy cheering voice direct my way
To regions of eternal day!

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HYMN 490. P. M.

HEN life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
How calm he meets the friendly shore,
Who liv'd averse from sin!

Such peace on virtue's path attends,
That, where the sinner's pleasure ends,
The christian's joy's begin.

2. See smiling patience smooth his brow!
See bending angels downwards bow,
To lift his soul on high!
While, eager for the blest abode,
He joins with them to praise the God,
Who taught him how to die.

3. No sorrow drowns his lifted eyes;
No horror wrests the struggling sighs,
As from the sinner's breast:

His God, the God of peace and love,
Pours kindly solace from above,
And heals his soul with rest.

4. O grant, my Saviour and my friend!
Such joys may gild my peaceful end,
So calm my ev❜ning close;

While, loos'd from ev'ry earthly tie,
With steady confidence I fly
To thee from whom I rose!
HYMN 491. c. M.

1. HARK! from on high a solemn voice;

Let all attentive hear!

"Twill make each pious heart rejoice,
And vanquish ev'ry fear.

2. "Thrice blessed are the pious dead,
Who in the Lord shall die;
Their weary flesh, as on a bed,
Safe in the grave shall lie.

3." Their holy souls, at length releas'd;
To heav'n shall take their flight;
There to enjoy eternal rest,

And infinite delight.

4. "They drop each load as they ascend,
And quit this world of wo;

Their labours with their lives shall end,
Their rest no period know.

5. "Their conflicts with their busy foes
For evermore shall cease;
None shall their happiness oppose,
Nor interrupt their peace.

6." But bright rewards shall recompense
Their faithful service here;
And perfect love shall banish thence
Each gloomy doubt and fear."

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HYMN 492. L. M.

The dying Christian.

HE hour of my departure's come;

I hear the voice that calls me home:

At last, O Lord! let trouble cease,

And let thy servant die in peace.

2. The race appointed I have run:
The combat's o'er, the prize is won;
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