Hymn.

Change effected at the Resurrection.

| THE morning flowers display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-tide heats,

As fearless of the evening cold.

2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,

Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-liy'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth it's pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin-rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,

Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
-The short-liv'd beauties die

away.

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.

6. Let sickness blast, let death devour,

If heaven must recompense our pains ! Perish the

grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains !

Wymn.

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!
2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,

My quivering lips should sing, •Where is thy boasted victory, Grave?

And where the monster's sting ? 3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure ;

Death hath no sting beside :
The law gives sin it's damning power,

But Christ my ransom died. 4 Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conq'rors while we die,

Through CHRIST our living head.

Wymn. Christ's presence makes Death easy. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die?

What timorous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,

Fright our approaching souls away; Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 0 ! if my LORD would come and meet,

My soul would stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate,

Nor feel the terrors as she past. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe

my

life out sweetly there.

Hymn.

Prayer to die in peace. i SHRINKING from the cold' hand of death,

I too shall gather up my feét;
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,

And die, my fathers' God to meet. 2 Number'd among Thy people, I

Expect with joy Thy face to see:
Because Thou didst for sinners die,

Jesus, in death, remember me! 3 O that without a ling'ring groan

I
may

the welcome word receive ! My body with my charge lay down,

And cease at once to work and live!

Nymu.

Mourning for the Dead. 1 Why do we mourn departing friends?

Or shake at death's alarmis? 'Tis 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,

And left a sweet perfume.

4 The graves of all His saints He bless'd,

And soften'd ev'ry bed : Where should the dying members rest

But with the dying Head?

1 WHAT were Sinai's awful wonders

To the wonders of that day?
When a voice, like many thunders,
Shall be heard from heav'n to say,

Come to judgment !
Lo, the Judge is on His way.

2 Lo, He comes! the LORD from heav'n;

He who bore the cross below:
All the pow'r to Him is giv'n,
He appears in glory now:

Great His glory!
Ev'ry knee to Him shall bow.

3 See the nations all assembling

Stand before the SAVIOUR's throne; Thousands at His presence trembling; Hope extinguish d, pleasure gone;

Calling, seeking For relief, and finding none. 4. But His people, they who knew Him,

And on earth His Name confess’d, These the SAVIOUR welcomes to Him; These He makes supremely blest:

Sweet their portion !
Their's an everlasting rest.

Lymn.

Judgment.

1 AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise ?
And not a single soul escape

His all-discerning eyes?
2 And from His righteous lips

Shall such a sentence sound?
And through the millions of the damn'd

Spread black despair around? 3 Depart from me, aecurs'd,

• To everlasting flame,
• För rebel-angels first prepar’d,
Where

mercy never came.'
How will my heart endure

The terrors of that day,
When earth and beav'n before His face

Astonish'd shrink away?