471. mf 1 JESUS, o'er the 8, 7 & 4. Mourner Comforted. Oliphant. Tamworth. grave victorious, Rose the first fruits from the dead, Rose the first fruits from the dead! mp 2 Why, then, mourner, art thou weeping, mf Rise to dwell in heav'n above! 3 Cease, then, all thy bitter wailing: 472. Thou shalt meet the form beloved! 8 & 7. Mourners consoled. ALLEN. Mount Vernon. Greenville. 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to sorrow 2 Though the form, so lov'd and lovely, 3 It were sad and melancholy, 4 One, that lives, beyond death's power, One, that finds a peaceful bower Aff 5 Blessed JESUS! when we, dying, ALLEN. Sicily. Greenville. 1 MOURNER! wert thou one, that dreameth 2 But, as thou art well persuaded, mf 3 Hark! th' arch angel's trump is ringing! 4 Dost thou see thy friend arising mp 5 Why then, mourner, art thou weeping? In good soil the seed is sleeping; Soon the plant will greet the view! mf 6 Risen Savior! let a gleaming < 474. From thy brightness reach our eye! C. M. ALLEN. Nineveh. Wantage. A Warning from the Grave. 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven! 2 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 3 Turn, mortal, turn!-thy danger know ;— mp The earth rings hollow from below, 4 Turn, christian, turn!-thy soul apply That they, who underneath thee lie, Shall live, for heav'n,-or hell! PRATT'S COLL. 475. S. M. Boylston. Utica. f 1 TO pass through death to life Is dark and dang'rous way; Yet who would shun the fearful strife, 2 In all its amplitude Where ocean is outspread, I've often, musing, wond'ring stood 9 I've seen the surges dash; I've heard the ceaseless roar, mp 4 But far beyond the surge The Christian's Farewell. 1 YE golden lamps of heav'n, adieu, And, changing moon, farewell to you, mf 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed, < My soul, that springs beyond thy ray, 3 Ye stars are but the shining floor t Of my divine abode, and no more,— 4 The Father of eternal light mf 5 There all his saints, with praises due, And each the bliss of all shall view 477. (ii. 52.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor, Death dreadful or delightful. 1 DEATH! 't is a melancholy day, When the poor soul is forc'd away 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes, Still drags her downward from the skies mp 3 Then, sinners, flee the path to hell, Lest ye be driv'n from earth, to dwell mf 4 Blest be the God of sov'reign love, And taught my soul to soar above, Aff 5 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band To bear my soul away! WATTS 478. (ii. 28.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor. Death and Eternity. 1 STOOP down, my thoughts, from fancy's flight, 2 But O, the soul, that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it, where it flies, f 3 Up to the courts, where angels dwell, mp mf Or down it sinks, where Satan fell, 4 And must my body faint and die? O, for some guardian angel nigh, Aff 5 JESUS! to thy strong, faithful hand My mould'ring flesh, at thy command, WATTS. Colchester. Canterbury. Death and Glory. 1 MY soul, come, meditate the day, And think, how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, 2 O, could we die with those, who die, Then should we mount to yonder sky, 3 Then should we see the saints above And wonder, why our souls should love WATTS. |