2 I could renounce my all below, And run if I were called to go, 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 4 Clasped in my heavenly Father's arms 508 L. M. Courage in Death. Ps. 16. WATTS. 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; 2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Nor lose thy children in the grave. 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, 34* 401 1 AND must this body die, This mortal frame decay? WATTS. And must these active limbs of mine 2 Corruption, earth, and worms 3 God, my Redeemer, lives, And often from the skies 4 Arrayed in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine, 402 510 SECTION III. FUTURITY. C. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. Victory through Christ over Death. 1 Cor. xv. 1 WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice This rending earth shall shake, When opening graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake, 2 Those bodies that corrupted fell And mortal forms shall spring to life 3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung That Death should yield his ancient reign, 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, And thus begin to sing: "O grave, where is thy triumph now? And where, O death, thy sting?" 511 L. M. 6L. WATTS. Life, Death, and the Resurrection. Ps. 89. 1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble manHow few his hours, how short his span! Short from the cradle to the grave: 2 Lord, shall it be forever said, For sickness, sorrow, and the dust"? 3 Hast thou not promised to thy Son, That faith can read his holy word, 512 C. M. WATTS. A Prospect of the Resurrection. 1 HOW long shall Death, the tyrant, reign, And triumph o'er the just, While the rich blood of martyrs slain 2 Let faith arise, and climb the hills, How distant are his chariot wheels, 3 Lo, I behold the scattering shades; 4 I see the Lord of glory come, 5 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise;" And waking saints, with joyful eyes, 513 S. M. DODDRIDGE. God quickening the Dead. 1 THE ever-living God The expiring church shall raise; 2 "Yes," saith the God of truth, The foe shall see their Leader's breath 3 "The dew of heaven shall fall In rich abundance round, And a redundant harvest rise To clothe the teeming ground." 4 Thy Zion, Lord, believes A promise so divine, And looks through all her flowing tears, |