Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5 Thence He arose, ascended high,
And show'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great, rising day.

f 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise ;
Awake ye nations under ground!
Ye saints, ascend the skies!

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WATTS.

Bangor, Funeral Thought.

1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound'
Mine ears attend the cry,-

"Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie!

2 "Princes! this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers;

The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
Must lie as low, as ours!"

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
Must we too slumber there?

Are we fast hast'ning to the tomb,
And yet no more prepare?

Aff 4 0, grant us heav'nly pow'r afresh,
To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky!

WATTS.

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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,
And moulder in the clay?

2 Though worms my frame devour,
They shall refine this flesh,
Till my returning spirit's hour
To put it on afresh.

4 His sleep beneath the clod

Is calm, and shall be so,

Till comes the judgment day from God,
When earth in flames shall glow!

ALLEN.

Ramoth. 97th Psalm.

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Triumph over Death.

1 WHY should we start and fear to die?
What tim❜rous worns we, mortals, are!
Death is the gate of endless joy;

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife
Fright our approaching souls away;
We still shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 0, if my Lord to me would come,
My soul in haste should stretch her wings,
And fly, rejoicing, to her home,

As sky-lark, mounting upward, sings!

mp 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are,

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While, strong in faith, and free from dread,

mp> I breathe my life out sweetly there!

WATTS.

483.

(ii. 3.)

C. M.

Mear. China.

Death of a Saint.

1 WHY weep we for departing friends?
Or shake at death's alarms?

"T is but the voice, that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

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,
In silence and in gloom.

4 The graves of all the saints He bless'd,
And soften'd ev'ry bed:

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5 Thence He arose, ascended high,
And show'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great, rising day.

f 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake ye nations under ground!
Ye saints, ascend the skies!

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WATTS.

Bangor. Funeral Thought.

At a Funeral.

1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound!
Mine ears attend the cry,-

"Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie!

2 "Princes! this clay must be
In spite of all your towers;

your bed,

The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
Must lie as low, as ours!"

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
Must we too slumber there?

Are we fast hast'ning to the tomb,
And yet no more prepare?

Aff 4 0, grant us heav'nly pow'r afresh,
To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky!

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WATTS.

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,
And moulder in the clay?

2 Though worms my frame devour,
They shall refine this flesh,

Till my returning spirit's hour
To put it on afresh.

mf 3 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape and ev'ry face
Look heav'nly and divine!

4 These lively hopes we owe
TO JESUS' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his pow'r above.

aff 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these, our humble songs;
Till tunes of nobler sound we raise
With our immortal tongues!

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Triumph over Death.

WATTS.

Litchfield. Mear.

1 GREAT God, I own the sentence just,
And nature must decay;
I yield my body to the dust
To dwell with fellow clay.

2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave,
And trample on the tombs ;

mf My Jesus, rising, lives to save ;
My God, my Savior, comes!

3 The Conqu'ror with his radiant crown
Will take his glorious seat,

And death, his final foe, o'erthrown,
Lie vanquish'd at his feet.

4 Though greedy worms devour my skin,
And gnaw my wasting flesh,

When God shall build my bones again,
He'll clothe them all afresh.

mf 5 Then shall I see thy glorious face
With strong, immortal eyes,

And feast, blest Jesus, on thy grace
With rapture in the skies!

WATTS.

487. (i. 17.)

C. M.

St. Ann's. Colchester.

Victory over Death.

1 O, FOR an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,

To triumph o'er the monster, death,
And all his frightful powers!

mf 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips shall sing,-
"Where is thy boasted vict'ry, grave?
And where, O death, thy sting?"
3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure ;
Death has no sting beside:

Faith gives a hope, that shall endure,
For Christ, my ransom, died!

mf 4 Now to the God of victory

488.

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Be thanks for all his love,

Who makes us conqu'rors, while we die,
Through Christ, who lives above!

WATTS.

(ii. 65.) C. M. St. Martin's. Archdale. Hope of Heaven.

1 WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled ;
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n,-my all!—

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast!

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WATTS.

Woodstock. Arlington.

Vision of Christ at Death.

1 "NOW let me die!"-"Twas Simeon's word;

"And close my peaceful eyes!

I've seen thy great salvation, Lord
The Savior from the skies"""