p 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 633 m dol VIV 1 Feel soft as downy pillows are, HYMN 633, C. M. Comfort in the Death of Friends. WHY we at dente alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble, to convey There, the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascended high, f" 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 634 Ρ Awake, ye nations under ground! HYMN 634, C. M. Silent Submission. 1 PEACE! 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand, Changes the visage once so dear, 2 'Tis he, the Potentate supreme Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 3 'T is he, whose justice might demand Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our covenant God and Father he, 5 Silent, we own Jehovah's naine,- 635 1 mp mf HYMN 635, C. M. Triumph over Death. REAT God! I own the sentence just, I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, My Jesus, my Redeemer, lives, 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear, And death, the last of all his foes, mf 4 Then shall I see thy lovely face, 636 m mp And feast upon thine unknown grace, HYMN 636, 12s and 11s. A Funeral Hymn. 1 THOU art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. mp mf mf 2 Thou art gone to the grave--we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave—and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, 637 m mf ΛΙ 1 Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, thy guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; 0 And death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died. HYMN 637, C. M. Victory over Death. HI! for an overcoming faith, 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure; 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid; Who makes us conquerors, while we die, 638 2 p> Ρ mf mf 1 YE HYMN 638, C. M. The Death of Children. mourning saints! whose streaming tears Flow o'er your children dead,— Say not in transports of despair, That all your hopes are fled. 2 While, cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view 3 Though, your young branches torn away,- 4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, 5 "Transient and vain is every hope In endless honor and delight, My children all shall live." 6 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears, 639 dol 1 [hearts, And bless those wounds which, through our HOW HYMN 639, L. M. The Christian's parting Hour. TOW sweet the hour of closing day, And the broad sun's retiring ray 2 Such is the Christian's parting hour,→ When faith, endued from heaven with power, 3 Mark but that radiance of his eye, That smile upon his wasted cheek! In language which no tongue can speak. mf -- p> mf 4 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer To bear him to their bright abode. 5 Who would not wish to die, like those Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless; To sink into that soft repose, 640 1 Then wake to perfect happiness? HYMN 640, C. M. The Christian's Farewell. YE golden lamps of heaven! farewell, 2 And thon, refulgent orb of day! My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 3 Ye stars are but the shining dust The pavement of those heavenly courts, 4 The Father of eternal light Shall there his beams display; 5 No more the drops of piercing grief Nor the meridian sun decline 6 There all the millions of his saints 1 And each the bliss of all shall view, HYMN 641, C. M. The Moment after Death. IN vain the fancy strives to paint The moment after death, The glories that surround a saint, |