The death and burial of a saint.

HYMN 61. B. 2. C. M. b
Mear, St. James, York.

A thought of death and glory.
Y soul, come, meditate the day,

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, Md think how near it stands,

Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
3 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And soften'd every bed:
Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying head?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And show'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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HYMN 28. B. 2. C.M. *b
Wantage, Plymouth.

Death and eternity.

When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

2 [And you, mine eyes, look down and
The hollow, gaping tomb: [view
This gloomy prison waits for you,
Whene'er the summons come.]
3 O! could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stead;
Then would our spirits learn to fly.
And converse with the dead.
Then should we see the saints above,
In their own glorious forms,
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

4

5 [How should we scorn these clothes of
These fetters, and this load, [flesh,
And long for evening to undress,

That we may rest with God.]
6 We should almost forsake our clay,
Before the summons come,
Ann pray and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.

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HYMN 63. B. 2. C. M. b
Canterbury, Wantage.

A funeral thought.

1 STOOP down, my thoughts, that 1HARK! from the tombs a doleful

to

Converse a while with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few:
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan,
He bids the world adieu,

3 But O the soul, that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way!
4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts-triumphing there;
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair!

5 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
O, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand
My naked soul I trust;
And my flesh waits for thy command
To drop into my dust,

sound!

2 Their golden cordials cannot ease
Their pained hearts, or aching heads,
Nor fright, nor bribe approaching death
From glittering roofs and downy beds. 4
3 The lingering, the unwilling soul
The dismal summons must obey,
And bid a long, a sad farewell
To the pale lump of lifeless clay.
4 Thence they are huddled to the grave,
Where kings and slaves have equal

thrones;

Their bones without distinction lie
Among the heap of meaner bones.

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PSALM 49. L. M.
Limehouse, Putney. -

b

The rich sinner's death, and the saint's resurrection•

d

Redeem from death one guilty hour,
Or make his brother live.

[Life is a blessing can't be sold,
The ransom is too high;
Justice will ne'er be brib'd with gold,
That man may never die.]

5 He sees the brutish and the wise,
The timorous and the brave

6

Quit their possessions, close their eyes,
And hasten to the grave.
Yet 'tis his inward thought and pride,
"My house shall ever stand;
"And that my name may long abide,
"I'll give it to my land."

7 Vain are his thoughts, his hopes are lost,
How soon his memory dies!

a WHY do the proud insult the poor, His name is written in the dust,

And boast the large estates they
How vain are riches to secure [have?
Their haughty owners from the grave!
2They can't redeem one hour from death,
With all the wealth in which they trust;
Nor give a dying brother breath,
When God commands him down to dust.
There the dark earth and dismal shade
Shall clasp their naked bodies round;
That flesh, so delicately fed,

Lies cold, and moulders in the ground.
4 Like thoughtless sheep the sinner dies,
Laid in the grave for worms to eat;
The saints shall in the morning rise;
And find the oppressor at their feet.
His honours perish in the dust,
And pomp and beauty, birth and blood:
That glorious day exalts the just
To full dominion o'er the proud.
My Saviour shall my life restore,
And raise me from my dark abode:
My flesh and soul shall part no more,
But dwell forever near my God.

Where his own carcass lies.

PAUSE.

8 This is the folly of their way;

And yet their sons, as vain,
Approve the words their fathers say,
And act their works, again.
9 Men void of wisdom and of grace,
If honour raise them high,
Live like the beast, a thoughtless race,
And like the beast they die.

10 [Laid in the grave like silly sheep,
Death feeds upon them there,
Till the last trumpetbreaks their sleep,
In terror and despair.]

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PSALM 49. 2d Part. C. M. b
St. Anns, China.

Death and the resurrection.
YE E sons of pride, that hate the just,
When death has brought you down to
And trample on the poor,
Your pomp shall rise no more. [dust,
2 The last great day shall change the

3

When will that hour appear? scene:
When shall the just revive and reign
O'er all that scorn'd them here?
God will my naked soul receive,
When sep❜rate from the flesh;
And break the prison of the grave,
To raise my bones afresh.

4 Heaven is my everlasting home:
Th' inheritance is sure:
Let men of pride their ragè resume,
But I'll repine no more,

PSALM 89. 2d Part. L. M. b 639 Limehouse, Putney, Bath.

Mortality and hope.

A funeral psalm.

Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave

REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, My soul forever with the dead,

our life! how short the

Nor lose thy children in the grave. date! 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Where is the man that draws his breath Shake off the dust, and rise on high: Safe from disease, secure from death? Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Up to thy throne above the sky. Our flesh and sense repine and cry, 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow, Must death forever rage and reign, And full discoveries of thy grace, Or hast thou made mankind in vain? (Which we but tasted here below) 3" Where is thy promise to the just? Spread heavenly joys through all the place, "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise.

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HYMN 110. B. 2. 5. M. *
Sutton, Watchman.
Triumph over death, in hope of the resurrection,

This mortal frame decay?

4 That glorious hour, that dreadway day 1 AND must this body die
Wipes the reproach of saints away,
And clears the honour of thy word:
Awake, our souls, and bless the Lord.

PSALM 89. P. M.

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?

b

2

Corruption, earth and worms

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Life, death, and the resurrection.
feeble man;

Shall but refine this flesh,
Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.

THOK, mighty God, one short his 3 God my Redeemer lives,

span;

Short from the cradle to the grave. Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? 2 Lord, shall it be forever said, "The race of man was only made

4

5

"For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?"
Are not thy servants, day by day,
Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay?
Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?
3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son,
And all his seed, a heavenly crown?' 6

But flesh and sense indulge despair:
Forever blessed be the Lord,
That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.
4 Forever blessed be the Lord,
Who gives his saints a long reward
For all their toil, reproach and pain:
Let all below, and all above,
Join to proclaim thy wondrous love,
And each repeat a loud Amen.

PSALM 16. 3d Part. L. M. b 641 Bath, Green's Hundredth.

Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong His arm is my almighty prop:

And often from the skies

Looks down, and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine;

And every shape, and every face
Look heavenly and divine.
These lively hopes we owe
We would adore his grace below,
To Jesus' dying love;
And sing his power above.
Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues.

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HYMN 102. B. 2. L.M. X
All Saints, Eaton.
A happy resurrection.
No, I'll repine at death no more,

But, with a cheerfergasp, resign
To the cold dungeon of the grave
These dying, withering limbs of mine.
2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust,
My God shall raise my frame aner
At the revival of the just,

Fly from the sight, and shun the day;
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh

3 Break, sacred morning, through the skies, 14 His enemies, with sore dismay,
Bring that delightful, dreadful day;
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come,
Thy lingering wheels,how long they stay!
4 [Our weary spirits faint to see
The light of thy returning face;
And hear the language of those lips
Where God has shed his richest grace.]

5 [Haste, then, upon the wings of love,
Rouse all the pious sleeping clay;
That we may join in heavenly joys,
And sing the triumph of the day.]

DAY OF JUDGMENT.

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HYMN 65. B. 1. L. M.
Eaton, Blendon.

The kingdoms of the world become the
kingdom of the Lord; or, the day of
judgment.

1LET the seventh angel sound on high,

Let shouts be heard thro' all the sky;
Kings of the earth, with glad accord,
Give up your kingdoms to the Lord.
2 Almighty God, thy power assume,
Who wast, and art, and art to come;
Jesus, the Lamb, who once was slain,
Forever live, forever reign!

3 The angry nations fret and roar,
That they can slay the saints no more;
On wings of vengeance flies our God,
To pay the long arrears of blood.
4 Now must the rising dead appear;
Now the decisive sentence hear;
Now the dear martyrs of the Lord
Receive an infinite reward.

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PSALM 97. 1st. Part. L. M. *
Old Hundred, Eaton.

{ Christ reigning in heaven, and coming to judgment.
1HE reigns! the Lord, the Saviour reigns!
Praise him in evangelic strains;
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.
2 Deep are is counsels and unknown,
But grace and truth support his throne;
Though gloomy clouds his ways surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.
3 In robes of judgment, lo, he comes!
Shakes the wide earth, and cleaves the
Before him burns devouring fire, [tombs;
mountains melt, the seas retire.

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HYMN 107. B. 2. C.M. b
Bangor, Durham.

The everlasting absence of God intolerable.
'HAT awful day will surely come

appointed hour makes haste,

When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound, Depart?
3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so torment, my ear,
Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.
4 [What, to be banish'd from my life,
And yet forbid to die!
To linger in eternal pain,
Yet death forever Hy!]
50! wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,
And fix my doleful station where

must not taste his love!
6 Jesus, I throw mine arms around,
And hang upon thy breast;
Without a gracious smile from thee
My spirit cannot rest.

7 O! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on thy hands;
Show me some promise, in thy book
Where my salvation stands.
8 [Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again;
And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.]

To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name will trust
In thy abundant grace;
For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

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York, Buckingham.
The last judgment.
EE where the great incarnate God
Fills a majestic throne,
While from the skies his awful voice
Bears the last judgment down.

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2 ["I am the first, and I the last,
'Through endless years the same;
"I AM is my memorial still,
"And my eternal name.
3“Such favours as a God can give,
'My royal grace bestows;
"Ye thirsty souls, come taste the streams

"Where life and pleasure flows.]
4["The saint that triumphs o'er his sins,
"I'll own him for a son;
"The whole creation shall reward
"The conquests he has wan.
5" But bloody hands, and hearts unclean,
"And all the lying race,
“The faithless and the scoffing crew,
"That spurn at offer'd grace;
6" They shall be taken from my sight,

"Bound fast in iron chains, "And headlong plung'd into the lake "Where fire and darkness reigns."] 70 may I stand before the Lamb When earth and seas are fled! And hear the Judge pronounce my name With, blessings on my head. 8 May I with those forever dwell, Who here were my delight, White sinners, banish'd down to hell, No more offend my sight.

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descend,

And saints surround their Lord, He calls the nations to attend, And hear his awful word. 2"Not for the want of bullocks slain "Will I the world reprove; "Altars and rites and forms are vain, "Without the fire of love. 3" And what have hypocrites to do "To bring their sacrifice? "They call my statutes just and true, "But deal in theft and lies. 4" Could you expect to 'scape my sight, "And sin without control? “But I shall bring your crimes to light, "With anguish in your soul." 5 Consider, ye that slight the Lord, Before his wrath appear; If once you fall beneath his sword, There's no deliverer there.

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PSALM 50. 1st Part. C. M. 651
Pembroke, Braintree.

The last judgment; or, the saints rewarded.

1THE Lord, the judge,before his throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh;
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

PSALM 50. 1st Part. P. M. b
Walworth, New 50th.
The last judgment.

THE Lord, the sovereign,sends his summons forth,

Calls the south nations, and awakes the north; From east to west the sounding orders spread, Thro' distant worlds, and regions of the dead: No more shall atheists mock his long delay; His vengeance sleeps no more: behold the day!