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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,
Bursting forth from yonder cloud!
Jesus comes, and through the sky
Angels tell their joy aloud!

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice
Sounds abroad, through sea and land;
Let his people now rejoice!

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See! the Lord appears in view;
Heaven and earth before him fly!
Rise, ye saints, he comes for you—
Rise to meet him in the sky.

4 Go, and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest:
Happy in the Saviour's love!
Ever blessing, ever blest.

791.

1 HARK! a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead
In the Lord who sweetly die!
They from all their toils are freed.

2 Ready for their glorious crown,

Sorrows past and sins forgiven,-
Here they lay their burden down,
Hallowed and made meet for heaven.

3 Yes! the Christian's course is run!
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done;
Death is swallowed up in life!

4 Lo! the prisoner is released-
Lightened of his heavy load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God!
5 When from flesh the spirit freed,
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry, "A man is dead!"

Angels sing, "A child is born!”

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794.

2 Behold the bed of death

The pale and mortal clay;
Heard ye the sob of parting breath?
Marked ye the eye's last ray?
No; life so sweetly ceased to be,
It lapsed in immortality.

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,
Who bore on earth his cross;

And from the grave their dust shall rise,
In his own image to the skies.

795.

1 FRIEND after friend departs: Who hath not lost a friend?

There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end;
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.

2 Beyond the flight of time,

Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.

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,
To pure and perfect day;

Nor sink those stars in empty night-
They hide themselves in heaven's own
light.

SCOTLAND. 12s.

DR. CLARKE,

1. The voice of free grace cries, Es-cape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race Christ hath

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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.

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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,

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1 JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say, thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken;
Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord,-thy will be done.

3 Tho' to-day we 're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-thy will be done.
4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore, thy will be done!

799.

1 TARRY with me, O my Saviour!
For the day is passing by;
See the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.
2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?
3 Lonely seems the vale of shadow;

Sinks my heart with troubled fear;
Give me faith for clearer vision,

Speak thou, Lord, in words of cheer.

4 Let me hear thy voice behind me,
Calming all these wild alarms;
Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.
Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

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6 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!

Lay my head upon thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me-
Morning of eternal rest!

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,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head.
3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never, never die.

4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

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