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6 And man, when laid in lonesome grave,
Shall sleep in death's dark gloom,
The slumbers of the tomb.
1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;
Above us is the heaven.
2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay;
Ourselves may be as they.
He lurks in every flower ;
Its peril every hour.
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead.
5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given;
Shall live for hell or heaven.
C. M. Scotch PARAPHRASES. The Peace of the Grate. Job ii. 17—20. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave!
Where, life's vain tumults past, The appointed house, by Heaven's decree,
Receives us all at last. 2 The wicked there from troubling cease;
Their passions rage no more ; And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.
From slavery's sad abode;
Or dread the tyrant's rod.
Partake the same repose ;
Of those who once were foes.
Lie sleeping in the tomb,
To meet their final doom.
DODDRIDGE. Reflections on the State of our Fathers. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea !
To vast eternity!
2 Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
And wealth, and honor gone. 3 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
But such a gloomy cell. 4 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend !
Our souls to thee commend. 5 Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face.
H. K. WHITE. Journeying through Death to Life. 1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
Are marching to the tomb.
And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust
The storms of life shall beat.
4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie ;
To seek its kindred sky.
Death and Eternity.
1 MY thoughts, that often mount the skies,
Go search the world beneath, Where Nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her sovereign, Death.
His trophies spread around !
Through all the hollow ground. 3 But where the souls, those deathless things,
That left their dying clay? My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
And trace eternity. 4 Some hearty friend shall drop his tear
On our dry bones, and say, " These once were strong as mine appear,
And mine must be as they." 5 Thus shall our mouldering members teach
What now our senses learn; For dust and ashes loudest preach
Man's infinite concern.
EPISCOPAL COL. “ I would not line alway.” Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within. 2 I would not live alway; no
welcome the tomb; Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode? Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
I hear the voice that calls me home;
And let thy servant die in peace.
The combat's o'er, the prize is won;