1 BROTHER, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry; Yet we know for thee to-day, Every pain hath passed away. 2 Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God, and heir of heaven ! For he gave thee sweet release; Thine the Christian's death of peace. 3 Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb. 4 Brother, in that solemn trust We commend thee, dust to dust! In that faith we wait, till, risen, Thou shalt meet us all in heaven. 5 While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept: With thy Saviour thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified, and blest. 790. 1 HARK! that shout of rapturous joy, 2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Their redemption is at hand. 3 See! the Lord appears in view; 4 Go, and dwell with him above, 791. 1 HARK! a voice divides the sky! 2 Ready for their glorious crown, Sorrows past and sins forgiven,- 3 Yes! the Christian's course is run! 4 Lo! the prisoner is released- Angels sing, "A child is born!” 794. 2 Behold the bed of death The pale and mortal clay; 3 Why mourn the pious dead? Why sorrows swell our eyes? Can sighs recall the spirit fled? Shall vain regrets arise? Tho' death has caused this altered mien, In heaven the ransomed soul is scen. 4 Bury the dead and weep In stillness c'er the loss; Bury the dead! in Christ they sleep, And from the grave their dust shall rise, 795. 1 FRIEND after friend departs: Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts 2 Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, 3 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Formed for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere. 4 Thus star by star declines, Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines, Nor sink those stars in empty night- SCOTLAND. 12s. DR. CLARKE, 1. The voice of free grace cries, Es-cape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race Christ hath 2 Ye souls that are wounded! oh, flee to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy,-'t is infinite favor; Your sins are increasing,-escape to the mountain, His blood can remove them,-it flows from the fountain. 30 Jesus! ride onward, triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious; Thy name is the theme of the great congregation, While angels and men raise the shout of salvation. 4 With joy shall wo stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we 'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation forever and ever! 797. 1 THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrow and darkness encompass the tomb; 2 The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, What though thy weak spirit in fear lingered long: The sunshine of Paradise beamed on thy waking, And the sound which thou heard'st, was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, For God was thy ransom, thy Guardian, and Guide He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died. DORRNANCE. 8s & 7s. I. B. WOODBURY. 1. Jesus, while our hearts are bleed - ing O'er the spoils that death has won, 1 JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding 2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken; 3 Tho' to-day we 're filled with mourning, 799. 1 TARRY with me, O my Saviour! Sinks my heart with troubled fear; Speak thou, Lord, in words of cheer. 4 Let me hear thy voice behind me, 5 6 Tarry with me, O my Saviour! Lay my head upon thy breast 800. 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love; Pain and death and night and anguish Enter not the world above. 2 While our silent steps are straying Lonely thro' night's deepening shade, 4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish |