That they may still record his works,
And practise his commands.

[Watts.

DEDICATION OF CHILDREN.

HYMN 90. C. M.

Dedication of Children.

LO, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
With all-engaging charms;
See how he takes the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!

2 Permit them to approach, he cries,
Nor scorn their humble name;
It was to bless such souls as these
The Lord of glory came.

3 We bring them, Lord, in thankful hands,
And yield them up

to thee

Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock, with pleasure hear ;
Ye children, seek his face;
And fly with transport to receive
The blessings of his grace.

5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;

That care shall heal our bleeding hearts,
If weeping o'er their dust.

[Watts.

FUNERAL SERVICES.

HYMN 91. L. M.

Hope in the Resurrection.

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blest the bed,
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth! his sov'reign word;
Restore thy trust—a glorious form-
Called to ascend and meet the Lord.

HYMN 92. C. M.

Trust in God.

DEATH cannot make our souls afraid,

If God be with us there;

We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.

2 I could renounce my all below

If my Creator bid;

And

run, if I were called to go And die as Moses did.

[Watts.

3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land;

My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command.

4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms,
I would forget my breath;
And lose my life amid the charms
Of so divine a death.

HYMN 93. S. M.

Glories of Heaven.

FAR from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 There sickness never comes;
There grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And purest pleasure reigns.

3 No strife nor envy

there

The sons of peace molest;
But harmony and love sincere
Fill every happy breast

4 No cloud those regions know,
For ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

5 0 may this prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love,

And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

(Steele.

HYMN 94. C. M.

Death of a Child.

LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapour flies!

Man is a tender, transient flower,
That in the blooming dies.

2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs,
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

4 Then cease, fond nature, dry thy tears;
Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that never die.

HYMN 95. C. M.

Hope in Death.

THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deep'ning gloom,

We soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay,

Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded o'er our silent dust

The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie,

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

HYMN 96. 11 & 13 M.

A Funeral Hymn.

[H. K. White.

THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:

Thy Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom!

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 die, for the sinless has died!

3 Thou art gone to the grave! and its mansion forsaking,

Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of paradise beamed on thy waking,

And the sound which thou heardst was the seraphim’s song!