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2 If life be long, I will be glad
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To end my toilsome day.

3 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see:

For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?

4 Then shall I end my sad complaints,
And weary, sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.

5 My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

Rev, Richard Baxter, 1681, alt.

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1 When musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain
'Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise And dread a Father's will;

'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still:

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,.
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.

4 0 let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share!

Baptist W. Noel, 1852.

2 My sins may seem in number more, While conscience shall recount them, Than sands upon the ocean-shore,Thy grace can still surmount them. I'll think, dear Saviour, of the death Sustained by Thee;-and thus by faith From sinking shall uphold me.

3 I am a branch of Thee, the Vine;

My strength from Thee I borrow; Round Thee my tendril hopes shall twine In death's drear night of sorrow: And when 'tis over, Thou wilt give An endless life with Thee to live In bliss Thy sorrows purchased.

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2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, My quivering lips should sing, "Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave? And where, O death, thy sting?"

3 If sin be pardoned, I'm secure; Death has no sting beside:

4 My Lord-o'er death triumphant-rose,
From earth to God ascended;
His victory yields my heart repose,
The fear of death is ended:
For where He is, I too shall come,
And find with Him a joyful home:
Why should I fear to follow?

5 With outstretched arms I'll welcome Christ
That He from earth may take me:
In hope my body soon shall rest,

Till from the grave He wake me;
But Christ Himself will go before,-
Of heaven for me throw wide the door,
And bless my soul in glory.

Nicolas Hermann, 1480-1561, tr.

The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ, my ransom, died.

4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid;

Who makes us conquerors while we die, Through Christ, our living Head.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719.

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4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.

5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessèd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
Margaret Mackay, 1832.