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3 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear ;
And to the friendless prove a Friend. 4 I come, I come; at thy command,
I give my spirit to thy hand;
5 The hour of my departure's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
. The dying Christian to his Soul. 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, О quit this mortal frame:
2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,
“Sister spirit, come away.”
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes; it disappears;
Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears
With sounds seraphic ring;
DODDRIDGE. God the Soul's Support in Extremity. 1 MY soul, the awful hour will come;
Apace it hasteth on,
And thee to scenes unknown.
A cordial for my pain,
Those friends would weep in vain ? 3 Great King of nature and of grace,
To thee my spirit flies,
Before thy pitying eyes.
4 All its desires to thee are known,
Well noticed by thine ear.
5 O, fix me, by that mighty power
Which to such love belongs,
And groans are changed to songs.
DODDRIDGE. Enuch's Piety and Translation. 1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls
Admire thy matchless grace
With Adam's worthless race. 2 0, lead me to that happy path
Where I my God may meet;
Though briers wound my feet. 3 Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam ;
Shall soon convey me home.
To realms of heavenly day,
To bear this flesh away.
To drop its mortal load,
That break its way to God.
Watts. Moses dying in the Embraces of God. 1 DEATH cannot make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
And never yield to fear.
2 I could renounce my all below,
If my Creator bid,
And die as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promised land,
And pray for the command. 4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms
I would forget my breath,
Of so divine a death.
Courage in Death. Ps. 16.
1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul forever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
WATTS. Triumph oder Deatk. 1 AND must this body die,
This mortal frame decay?
Lie mouldering in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
To put it on afresh.
And often from the skies
Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
Look heavenly and divine.