1 Tim. vi. 19. WHERE shall rest be found,- "Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, "Tis not the whole of life, to live, Beyond this vale of tears There is a death, whose pang Lord God of truth and grace, Here would we end our quest; 705 In My Father's house are many 1 mansions.-John xiv. 2. HEN I can read my title clear I bid farewell to every fear, 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 10 But we march upward still, UR journey is a thorny maze, Forget the troubles of the way, 2 See the kind angels at the gates, There Jesus the Forerunner waits, 8 There on a green and flowery mount 4 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, 5 Eternal glories to the King C.M. 707 Fe are come to Mount Zion. Heb. xii. 22. WATTS. 1 NOT to the terrors of the Lord, 2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 3 Behold the innumerable host 4 Behold the blest assembly there, 5 The 3 on earth, and all the dead, 6 In such society as this My weary soul would rest; The man that dwells where Jesus is, Must be for ever blest. 708 The whole family in heaven and 1 earth.-Eph. iii. 15. COME, let us join our friends above Who have obtained the prize; 2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing, 4 One army of the living God, Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. 5 Ten thousand to their endless home And we are to the margin come, 6 E'en now by faith we join our hands For here have we no continuing city. Heb. xiii. 14. EVE no abiding city here [mind: C.M. WATTS. 1W This may distress the worldling's 711 where I am, there shall also My But should not cost the saint a tear, 2 We've no abiding city here; Sad truth, were this to be our home; 3 We've no abiding city here; 5 O sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest: 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine, 1 servant be.-John xii. 26. FROM Thee, my God, my joys shall And run eternal rounds, 2 The holy triumphs of my soul [rise, 3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns, In heaven's unmeasured space, I'll spend a long eternity In pleasure and in praise. 4 Millions of years, my wondering eyes Shall o'er Thy beauties rove, And endless ages I'll adore The glories of Thy love. 712 1 My Father's house,-John xiv. 2. FATHER, I long, I faint to see The place of Thine abode; I'd leave Thine earthly courts, and flee Up to Thy seat, my God. 2 Here I behold Thy distant face, But to abide in Thine embrace 3 I'd part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon Thy throne: Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. 713 1 Earnestly desiring..our house which Now let our the Vanities of time; 2 Shall aught beguile us on the road. 2 Hallelujah! church victorious, Thou mayst lift this joyful strain: Hallelujah! songs of triumph Well befit the ransomed train: We our song must raise with sadness, While in exile we remain. 3 Hallelujah! strains of gladness Suit not souls with anguish torn; Hallelujah! notes of sadness Best befit our state forlorn: For, in this dark world of sorrow, We, with tears, our sin must mourn. 4 But our earnest supplication, Holy God, we raise to Thee; Bring us to Thy blissful presence, Make us all Thy joys to see; Then we'll sing our Hallelujah,Sing to all eternity. 715 S DEATH AND DEATH. L.M. DODDRIDGE. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more.-Job vii. 8. 1 NOVEREIGN of Life! before Thine eye, Lo! mortal men by thousands die. One glance from Thee, at once, brings down The proudest brow that wears a crown. 2 Banished, at once, from human sight To the dark grave's unchanging night, Imprisoned in that dusty bed, We hide our solitary head. 3 The friendly band no more shall greet, Accents familiar once and sweet; No more the well-known features trace; No more renew the fond embrace. 4 Yet if my Father's faithful hand Conduct me through this gloomy land, My soul with pleasure shall obey, And follow where He leads the way. He, nobler friends than here I leave, In brighter, surer worlds can give; Or, by the beamings of His eye, A lost creation well supply. THE GRAVE. 4 3 Do we not dwell in clouds below, 7 0 for a visit from my God, To drive my fears of death away: 1 WHY WHY should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. {are! 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 should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed C.M. WATTS. 718 Followers of them who...inherit the promises.-Heb. vi. 12. 1 MUST friends and kindred droop and And helpers be withdrawn? Nor leave us, in this dangerous road, 3 0 may our feet pursue the way With love and holy zeal obey The counsels of the dead. 4 Let us be weaned from all below, While death invites our souls to go S.M. [die, DODDRIDGE. 719 Four fathers, where are they 1 Zech. i. 5. OW swift the torrent rolls The tide that bears our deathless souls 2 Our fathers, where are they, 3 With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs have passed away, Their wealth and honour gone. There, where the fathers sleep, Must all their children dwell; Nor other heritage can keep Than such a narrow cell. A hymn of suppliant breath, 2 O Father, in that hour, When spear and shield and crown 3 By Him who bowed to take 4 Tremblers beside the grave, Father divine! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us, in life and death, 722 Thine, only Thine. C.M. WATTS. Thanks be to God, who giveth us 10 FOR an overcoming faith. To cheer my dying hours; 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardoned I'm secure, The law gives sin its damning power: But Christ, my ransom, died. 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors while we die, Through Christ our living Head. thought! flesh! O blissful What joys unknown this moment brings; 2 Absent from flesh! illustrious day, 3 Absent from flesh ! then rise, my soul, 4 I go where God and glory shine; 724 1 78. D. Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, 2 Lo! He beckons from on high, Hovering round thy pillow bend; 4 See the haven full in view; Love divine shall bear thee through. See! they throng the blissful shore. 5 Mount, their transports to improve; 1 2 Tim. iv. 7. BRUCE. THE hour of my departure's come; I hear the voice that calls me home; At last, O Lord, let troubles cease And let Thy servant die in peace. 2 The race appointed I have run, The fight is o'er, the prize is won; And now my witness is on high, And now my record's in the sky. 3 Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before Thee in the dust, And through my Saviour's blood alone I look for mercy at Thy throne. 4 I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear; To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend. 5 I come, I come, at Thy command, 8.7. D. C. WESLEY. 726 To die is gain. Phil. i. 21. 1 HAPPY soul! thy days are ended, 2 Struggle through thy latest passion, Suffer, with Thy Lord to reign. 1 H Numb. xxiii. 10. TOW blest the righteous when he dies! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; 3 A holy quiet reigns around, 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's labour done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies! POPE. 728 78. Irregular. 1 Vait, quit this mortal frame: spark of heavenly flame, Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, |