480. mp aff 481. The Issues of Life and Death. 1 O, WHERE shall rest be found, 'Tis vain the ocean-depths to sound, The world can never give The bliss, for which we sigh; 2 Beyond this vale of tears 8 Lord God of truth and grace, Here would we end our quest; The life of perfect love,―the rest MONTGOMERY, 1 MAN is the child of wo, His days are fill'd with care, Till scythe shall lay his blossoms low, 2 The tree will sprout again, Though struck by feller's blow; But man, will he his growth regain, 3 Man wastes away, and dies, 4 His sleep beneath the clod Is calm, and shall be so, Till comes the judgment day from God, ALLEN. Ramoth. 97th Psalm. Triumph over Death. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What tim❜rous worms we, mortals, are! mf Death is the gate of endless joy; mf And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife 3 0, if my Lord to me would come, As sky-lark, mounting upward, sings! mp 4 JESUS can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, mf mp> While, strong in faith, and free from dread, WATTS. 483. (ii. 3.) C. M. Mear. China. Death of a Saint. 1 WHY weep we for departing friends? 'T is but the voice, that Jesus sends, 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, 4 The graves of all the saints He bless'd, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence He arose, ascended high, f 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound, < WATTS. Bangor, Funeral Thought. At a Funeral. 1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound' "Ye living men, come view the ground, 2 "Princes! this clay must be your bed, The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Are we fast hast'ning to the tomb, Aff 4 0, grant us heav'nly pow'r afresh, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, WATTS. < 485. (ii. 110.) S. M. Cedron. Little Marlborough. Death and the Resurrection. 1 AND must this body die? This wondrous frame decay? And must these active limbs soon lie, 2 Though worms my frame devour, Till my returning spirit's hour 467. (i. 83.) C. M. Grafton. Bangor. Affliction from God. 1 NOT from the dust affliction grows, Yet we are born to cares and woes, 2 As sparks break out from burning coals, 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, 468. He rules me by his righteous laws, L. M. WATTS. Nazareth. German Hymn. Afflictions sanctified by the Word. ? What are the mines of shining wealth, 3 Long unafflicted, undismayed, 4 What though it pierc'd my fainting heart? But sav'd me from eternal wo. 5 O, hadst Thou left me unchastis'd, Aff 6 I love Thee, therefore, O my God! 469. Where, in thy presence fully blest, S. M. COWPER. Shawmut. St. Thomas. The Discipline of Affliction. Aff 1 NOW throw away thy rod; O, Thou, most kind and loving God, 2 Thou seest my heart's desire And how, submissive, I aspire 3 Then let thy wrath remove, 4 Now throw away thy rod;- 470. Yet Thou, the Chast'ner, Thou art God! 8 & 7. ᎻᎬᎡᏴᎬᎡᎢ, Smyrna. Greenville. Mourning the pious Dead. 1 WHY, ye Mourners, are ye weeping Why your hearts in grief now steeping? Ye did love the friend, now sleeping, 2 Why, ye Mourners, do ye sorrow? ALLEN. |