4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, The vital spark shall lie; For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise, 501 C. M. Death and Eternity. WATTS. 1 MY thoughts, that often mount the skies, And owns her sovereign, Death. 2 The tyrant! how he triumphs here! 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, 5 Thus shall our mouldering members teach 396 502 11s M. EPISCOPAL COL. "I would not live 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 al way, 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. 503 L. M. LOGAN. The Christian summoned to depart. 2 The race appointed I have run; 3 I leave the world without a tear, 5 The hour of my departure's come; 504 7s M. POPE. The dying Christian to his Soul. 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame, 2 Hark! they whisper; angels say, With sounds seraphic ring; Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly; O death, where is thy sting? 505 C. M. DODDRIDGE. God the Soul's Support in Extremity. 1 MY soul, the awful hour will come; Apace it hasteth on, To bear this body to the tomb, And thee to scenes unknown. 2 Whence, in that hour, shall I receive A cordial for my pain, When, if earth's monarchs were my friends, 3 Great King of nature and of grace, 4 All its desires to thee are known, The meaning of each broken groan 5 0, fix me, by that mighty power Where darkness veils the eye no more, 399 506 C. M. Enoch's Piety and Translation. DODDRIDGE. 1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell 2 O, lead me to that happy path 3 Nor shall I through eternal days Thy hand, that now directs my course, 4 I ask not Enoch's rapturous flight 5 Joyful my spirit will consent 507 C. M. WATTS. Moses dying in the Embraces of God. 1 DEATH cannot make our souls afraid, We may walk through her darkest shade, |