1204 1205 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain,-to breathe the air 4 It is not death to fling And rise, on strong exulting wing, To live among the just. 5 Jesus, thou Prince of life! Like thee, they conquer in the strife, Job 14:14. A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, 2 A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, 3 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, 4 Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; S.M. S.M. 1206 I 2 Rest for the fevered brain, Thro' these parched lips of thine no more 3 Soon shall the trump of God 4 Ye dwellers in the dust, Awake! come forth and sing; 5 'T was sown in weakness here: 'T will then be raised in power; That which was sown an earthly seed, Shall rise a heavenly flower! Job 7:16. WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb; 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 11s. Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?- 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 1207 2 Cor. 12:10. 11s. OR what shall I praise thee, my God and my King, For what blessings the tribute of gratitude bring? Shall I praise thee for pleasure, for health, or for ease, For the sunshine of youth, for the garden of peace? 2 For this I should praise; but if only for this, I should leave half untold the donation of bliss! 3 For nights of anxiety, watching, and tears, A present of pain, a prospective of fears; I praise thee, I bless thee, my Lord and my God, 1208 G Ps. 102: 24. O to the grave in all thy glorious prime! A Christian cannot die before his time; 2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest-task is done; 3 Go to the grave, which, faithful to its trust, 10s. 4 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 5 Go to the grave? no, take thy seat above! 1209 FTEN at evening comes a glowing thought Of that which lies beyond our present sense; Of those high scenes whose glories all are wrought 2 The golden bars that shine behind the sun, The glorious seas that seem beneath him poured, The splendid hues, all melting into one, These look thy outworks, palace of the Lord! 3 Yet not, not here, O city of our God! 4 A holy charity still tells us more 10s. Of thy real beauty, bright, serene and high, Where love and faith walk on the emblazoned floor, And perfect joy doth sing unceasingly. 5 O Son of God! exalted on thy throne, By whom our pardon, light, and peace are given, Impart the grace that comes from thee alone, And make us feel, that we may see, thy heaven. 1210 TH 1 Cor. 15:36. HIS place is holy ground! 2 Behold the bed of death, The pale and mortal clay! 3 Why mourn the pious dead? Why sorrows swell our eyes? S.H.M. Though death has caused this altered mien, 4 Bury the dead, and weep In stillness o'er the loss, Bury the dead! in Christ they sleep And from the grave their dust shall rise, 1211 1 Cor. 15:19. RIEND after friend departs; There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: S.H.M. |