PRESENT AND FUTURE: LIFE AND DEATH.1034L. M.Soon will the storm of life be o’er.Gently, my Saviour, let me down,To slumber in the arms of death;I rest my soul on thee alone,E’en till my last, expiring breath.2Soon will the storm of life be o’er,And I shall enter endless rest;There I shall live to sin no more,And bless thy name, for ever blest.3Bid me possess sweet peace within;Let childlike patience keep my heart,Then shall I feel my heaven begin,Before my spirit hence depart.4O, speed thy chariot, God of love,And take me from this world of woe;I long to reach those joys above,And bid farewell to all below.5There shall my raptured spirit raiseStill louder notes than angels sing,High glories to Immanuel’s grace,My God, my Saviour, and my King!Hill.1035L. M.The glory of man is as the flower, etc.1 Pet. 1:24.The morning flowers display their sweets,And gay their silken leaves unfold,As careless of the noon-day heatsAnd fearless of the evening cold.2Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,Parched by the sun’s directer ray,The momentary glories waste,The short-lived beauties die away.3So blooms the human face divine,When youth its pride and beauty shows;Fairer than spring the colors shine,And sweeter than the virgin rose.4Or worn by slowly rolling years,Or broke by sickness in a day,The fading glory disappears,The short-lived beauties die away.5Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,With luster brighter far shall shine;Revive with ever-during bloom,Safe from diseases and decline.6Let sickness blast, and death devour,If heaven must recompense our pains;Perish the grass, and fade the flower,If firm the word of God remains.C. Wesley.1036L. M.Death of parents.The God of mercy will indulgeThe flowing tear, the heaving sigh,When honored parents fall around,When friends beloved and kindred die.2Yet not one anxious murmuring thoughtShould with our mourning passion blend;Nor should our bleeding hearts forgetTheir mighty, ever-living Friend.3Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,Thou art each tender name in one;On thee we cast our every care,And comfort seek from thee alone.4To thee, our Father, would we look,Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,And on thy covenant love and truth,With humble, steadfast hope depend.Fawcett.1037L. M.They are not lost, but gone before.Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,And sweet the strains their spirits pour;O, why should we in anguish weep?They are not lost, but gone before.2Secure from every mortal care,By sin and sorrow vexed no more,Eternal happiness they shareWho are not lost, but gone before.3To Zion’s peaceful courts aboveIn faith triumphant may we soar,Embracing, in the arms of love,The friends not lost, but gone before.4To Jordan’s bank whene’er we come,And hear the swelling waters roar;Jesus! convey us safely home,To friends not lost, but gone before.1038L. M.Them which sleep in Jesus.1 Thess. 4:14.Asleep in Jesus! Blesséd sleepFrom which none ever wakes to weep;A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.2Asleep in Jesus! O how sweetTo be for such a slumber meet!With holy confidence to sing,That death has lost its venomed sting.3Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,Whose waking is supremely blest:No fear, no woe, shall dim the hourThat manifests the Saviour’s power.4Asleep in Jesus! O for meMay such a blissful refuge be:Securely shall my ashes lie,And wait the summons from on high.5Asleep in Jesus! time nor spaceAffects this precious hiding-place:On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,Believers find the same repose.6Asleep in Jesus! far from theeThy kindred and their graves may be:But thine is still a blesséd sleep,which none ever wake to weep.Mrs. McKay.1039L. M.Let me die the death of the righteous.Num. 23:10.How blest the righteous when he dies!When sinks a weary soul to rest!How mildly beam the closing eyes!How gently heaves the expiring breast!2So fades a summer cloud away;So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;So gently shuts the eye of day;So dies a wave along the shore.3A holy quiet reigns around,A calm which life nor death destroys;And nought disturbs that peace profoundWhich his unfettered soul enjoys.4Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay,Light from its load the spirit flies,While heaven and earth combine to say,“How blest the righteous when he dies!”Mrs. Barbauld.1040L. M.Death of an infant.As the sweet flower that scents the morn,But withers in the rising day—Thus lovely seemed the infant’s dawn;Thus swiftly fled his life away!2Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,Death timely came with friendly care;The opening bud to heaven conveyed,And bade it bloom for ever there.3He died to sin, and all its woes,But for a moment felt the rod—On love’s triumphant wing he rose,To rest for ever with his God!Cunningham.1041L. M.Death of an infant.So fades the lovely, blooming flower,Frail, smiling solace of an hour;So soon our transient comforts fly,And pleasure only blooms to die.2Is there no kind, no healing art,To soothe the anguish of the heart?Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;Thy comforts are not made to die.3Let gentle patience smile on pain,Till dying hope revives again;Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,And faith points upward to the sky.Mrs. Steele.1042L. M.The early dead.How blest are they whose transient yearsPass like an evening meteor’s flight;Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears:Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.2O, cheerless were our lengthened way:But heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,Streams downward from eternal day,And casts a glory round the tomb.3O, stay thy tears; the blest aboveHave hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,And sung a song of joy and love;Then why should anguish reign on earth?Norton.1043L. M.Death is the gate of endless joy.Why should we start and fear to die?What timorous worms we mortals are!Death is the gate of endless joy,And yet we dread to enter there.2The pains, the groans, and dying strife,Fright our approaching souls away;Still we shrink back again to life,Fond of our prison and our clay.3O if my Lord would come and meet,My soul would stretch her wings in haste,Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,Nor feel the terrors as she passed!4Jesus can make a dying bedFeel soft as downy pillows are,While on his breast I lean my head,And breathe my life out sweetly there.Watts.1044L. M.The small and great are there.Job 3:19.The glories of our birth and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hands on kings.2Princes and magistrates must fall,And in the dust be equal made;The high and mighty with the small,Scepter and crown with scythe and spade.3The laurel withers on our brow;Then boast no more your mighty deeds;Upon death’s purple altar nowSee where the victor victim bleeds!Sherley.1045L. M.That I may know how frail I am.Psalm 39:4.Almighty Maker of my frame,Teach me the measure of my days;Teach me to know how frail I am,And spend the remnant to thy praise.2My days are shorter than a span;A little point my life appears;How frail at best is dying man!How vain are all his hopes and fears!3Vain his ambition, noise, and show,Vain are the cares which rack his mind;He heaps up treasures mixed with woe,And dies, and leaves them all behind.4O be a nobler portion mine;My God, I bow before thy throne;Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,And fix my hope on thee alone.Mrs. Steele.1046L. M.Make me to know mine end.Psalm 39:4.O God, thy grace and blessing giveTo us, who on thy name attend,That we this mortal life may liveRegardful of our journey’s end.2Teach us to know that Jesus died,And rose again, our souls to save;Teach us to take him as our Guide,Our Help from childhood to the grave.3Then shall not death with terror come,But welcome as a bidden guest—The herald of a better home,The messenger of peace and rest.4And, when the awful signs appearOf judgment, and the throne above,Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear,God is our trust; and God is Love.1047L. M.I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.Though I walk through the gloomy vale,Where death and all its terrors are,My heart and hope shall never fail,For God my Shepherd’s with me there.2Amid the darkness and the deeps,Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;Thy staff supports my feeble steps,Thy rod directs my doubtful way.Watts.1048L. M.On the death of an infant.O mourner! who with tender love,Hast wept beside some infant grave,Hast thou not sought a Friend above,Who died thy little one to save?2Then lift thy weary, weeping eyeAbove the waves that round thee dwell;Is not thy darling safe on high?Canst thou not whisper—It is well?3Yes, it is well—though never moreHis infant form to earth be given;He rests where sin and grief are o’er,And thou shalt meet thy child in heaven.1049P. M.Blossom of being; seen and gone.No bitter tears for thee be shed,Blossom of being! seen and gone!With flowers alone we strew thy bed,O blest departed one!Whose all of life, a rosy ray,Blushed into dawn, and passed away.2Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had powerTo stain thy cherub-soul and form,Closed is the soft ephemeral flowerThat never felt a storm!The sunbeam’s smile, the zephyr’s breath,All that it knew from birth to death.3Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained,Vision of beauty! fair as brief!How soon thy brightness had been stainedWith passion or with grief!Now, not a sullying breath can rise,To dim thy glory in the skies.Mrs. Hemans.1050L. M.Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb.Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb;Take this new treasure to thy trust,And give these sacred relics roomTo slumber in the silent dust.2Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,Invade thy bounds; no mortal woesCan reach the peaceful sleeper here,While angels watch the soft repose.3So Jesus slept; God’s dying SonPassed through the grave, and blessed the bed:Rest here, blest saint, till from his throneThe morning break, and pierce the shade.4Break from his throne, illustrious morn;Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;Restore thy trust; a glorious formShall then arise to meet the Lord.Watts.1051L. M.I am now ready to be offered.2 Tim. 4:6.The hour of my departure’s come;I hear the voice that calls me home;At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,And let thy servant die in peace.2The race appointed I have run,The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;And now my witness is on high,And now my record’s in the sky.3Not in mine innocence I trust;I bow before thee in the dust;And through my Saviour’s blood aloneI look for mercy at thy throne.4I come, I come at thy command;I give my spirit to thy hand;Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,And shield me in the last alarms.Logan.1052C. M.As a tale that is told.Psalm 90:9.How short and hasty is our life:How vast our soul’s affairs!Yet foolish mortals vainly striveTo lavish out their years.2Our days run thoughtlessly along,Without a moment’s stay;We, like a story, or a song,Do pass our lives away.3God from on high invites us home;But we march heedless on,And, ever hastening to the tomb,Stoop downward as we run.4Draw us, O God, with thy rich grace,And lift our thoughts on high,That we may end this mortal race,And see salvation nigh.Watts.1053C. M.A desire to depart.Phil. 1:23.Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,With all your feeble light:Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,Pale empress of the night.2And thou, refulgent orb of day,In brighter flames arrayed;My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,No more demands thine aid.3Ye stars are but the shining dustOf my divine abode,The pavement of those heavenly courtsWhere I shall reign with God.4The Father of eternal lightShall there his beams display,Nor shall one moment’s darkness mixWith that unvaried day.5No more the drops of piercing griefShall swell into mine eyes;Nor the meridian sun declineAmid those brighter skies.6There all the millions of his saintsShall in one song unite,And each the bliss of all shall viewWith infinite delight.Doddridge.1054C. M.And Moses went up to the top of Pisgah.Deut. 34:1.Death can not make our souls afraid,If God be with us there;We may walk through its darkest shade,And never yield to fear.2I could renounce my all below,If my Redeemer bid;And run, if I were called to go,And die as Moses did.3Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,And view the promised land,My flesh itself would long to drop,And welcome the command.4Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,I would forget my breath,And lose my life among the charmsOf so divine a death.Watts.1055C. M.What is your life?Life is a span—a fleeting hour;How soon the vapor flies!Man is a tender, transient flower,That, even in blooming, dies.2The once-loved form, now cold and dead,Each mournful thought employs;And nature weeps her comforts fled,And withered all her joys.3Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,When what we now deploreShall rise in full, immortal prime,And bloom to fade no more.4Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears,Religion points on high;There everlasting spring appears,And joys that can not die.Mrs. Steele.1056C. M.Weep not.Dear as thou wast, and justly dearWe would not weep for thee:One thought shall check the starting tear,It is that thou art free.2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hour,Could wish thee here again!3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!Dale.1057C. M.Why do we mourn departing friends.Why do we mourn departing friends,Or shake at death’s alarms?’Tis but the voice that Jesus sendsTo call them to his arms.2Are we not tending upward, too,As fast as time can move?Nor would we wish the time more slowTo keep us from our Love.3Why should we tremble to conveyTheir bodies to the tomb?’Twas there the flesh of Jesus lay,Amid its silent gloom.4The graves of all the saints he blest,And softened every bed;Where should the dying members rest,But with their dying Head?5Thence he arose, ascending high,And showed our feet the way;Up to the Lord our souls shall fly,At the great rising day.6Then let the last loud trumpet sound,And bid our kindred rise:Awake, ye nations under ground;Ye saints, ascend the skies.Watts.1058C. M.I will cause the sun to go down at noon.Amos 8:9.When blooming youth is snatched awayBy death’s resistless hand,Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,Which pity must demand.2While pity prompts the rising sigh,O may this truth, impressedWith awful power, “I too must die,”Sink deep in every breast.3Let this vain world engage no more;Behold the opening tomb:It bids us seize the present hour:To-morrow death may come.4O let us fly—to Jesus fly,Whose powerful arm can save;Then shall our hopes ascend on high,And triumph o’er the grave.5Great God thy sovereign grace impart,With cleansing, healing power;This only can prepare the heartFor death’s approaching hour.Mrs. Steele.1059C. M.Sorrow not.1 Thess. 4:13.Not for the pious dead we weep;Their sorrows now are o’er;The sea is calm, the tempest past,On that eternal shore.2Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,Within that better home:Awhile we weep and linger here,Then follow to the tomb.Mrs. Barbauld.1060C. M.John 14.Let not your hearts with anxious thoughtsBe troubled or dismayed:But trust in God your Father’s care,And trust my gracious aid.2I to my Father’s house return;There numerous mansions stand,And glory manifold aboundsThrough all the happy land.3I go your entrance to secure,And your abode prepare;Regions unknown are safe to you,When I, your Friend, am there.4Thence shall I come when ages close,To take you home with me;There shall we meet to part no more,Where sorrows ne’er shall be.5I am the Way, the Truth, the Life;No son of human race,But such as I conduct and guide,Shall see my Father’s face.Wardlaw’s Coll.1061C. P. M.They desire a better country.Heb. 11:16.How happy is the pilgrim’s lot!How free from every anxious thought,From worldly hope and fear!Confined to neither court nor cell,His soul disdains on earth to dwell—He only sojourns here.2This happiness in part is mine,Already saved from low design,From every creature-love;Blest with the scorn of finite good,My soul is lightened of its load,And seeks the things above.3There is my house and portion fair;My treasure and my heart are there,And my abiding home;For me my elder brethren stay,And angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come.4I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;I come to meet thee in the skies,And claim my heavenly rest!Soon will the pilgrim’s journey end;Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,Receive me to thy breast!C. Wesley.1062C. M.Death of a child.She was the music of our home,A day that knew no night,The fragrance of our garden bower,A thing all smiles and light.2Above the couch we bent and prayedIn the half-lighted room,As the bright hues of infant lifeSank slowly into gloom.3The form remained; but there was nowNo soul our love to share;Farewell, with weeping hearts, we said,Child of our love and care.4But years are moving quickly past,And time will soon be o’er;Death shall be swallowed up of lifeOn the immortal shore.Bonar.1063C. M.Victory over death.1 Cor. 15:55.O for an overcoming faithTo cheer my dying hours,To triumph o’er the monster death,And all his frightful powers.2Joyful, with all the strength I have,My quivering lips shall sing,Where is thy boasted victory, grave?And where the monster’s sting?3If sin be pardoned, I’m secure—Death has no sting beside;The law gives sin its damning power,But Christ my ransom died.4Now to the God of victoryImmortal thanks be paid,Who makes us conquerors while we die,Through Christ our living Head.Watts.1064C. M.Remember them, etc.Heb. 13:7.What though the arm of conquering deathDoes God’s own house invade;What though our teacher and our friendIs numbered with the dead;—2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,The agéd and the young;The watchful eye in darkness closed,And dumb the instructive tongue?3The eternal Shepherd still survives,His teachings to impart:Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,And rule and keep our heart.4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,We have a boundless store,And shall be fed with what he gives,Who lives for evermore.Doddridge.1065S. M.Sighing for rest.O where shall rest be found—Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole.2The world can never giveThe bliss for which we sigh:’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.3Beyond this vale of tearsThere is a life above,Unmeasured by the flight of years;And all that life is love.4There is a death whose pangOutlasts the fleeting breath:O what eternal horrors hangAround the second death!5Lord God of truth and grace,Teach us that death to shun,Lest we be banished from thy face,And evermore undone.Montgomery.1066S. M.Whoso believeth in me shall never die.John 11:26.It is not death to die—To leave this weary road,And, ’mid the brotherhood on high,To be at home with God.2It is not death to closeThe eye long dimmed by tears,And wake, in glorious repose,To spend eternal years.3It is not death to bearThe wrench that sets us freeFrom dungeon chain—to breathe the airOf boundless liberty.4It is not death to flingAside this sinful dust,And rise, on strong, exulting wing,To live among the just.5Jesus, thou Prince of life!Thy chosen can not die;Like thee, they conquer in the strife,To reign with thee on high.Bethune.1067S. M.Your fathers, where are they?Zech. 1:5.Our fathers! where are they,With all they called their own?Their joys and griefs, their hopes and cares,Their wealth and honor, gone!2But joy or grief succeeds,Beyond our mortal thought,While still the remnant of their dustLies in the grave forgot.3God of our fathers, hear,Thou everlasting Friend,While we, as on life’s utmost verge,Our souls to thee commend.1068S. M.Far from my heavenly home.Far from my heavenly home,Far from my Father’s breast,Fainting, I cry, Blest Saviour! come,And speed me to my rest.2My spirit homeward turns,And fain would thither flee;My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,When I remember thee.3To thee, to thee, I press,A dark and toilsome road;When shall I pass the wildernessAnd reach the saints’ abode.4God of my life! be near;On thee my hopes I cast;O guide me through the desert here,And bring me home at last!Hymns, anc. & mod.1069S. M.Go to thy rest, fair child.Go to thy rest, fair child!Go to thy dreamless bed,While yet so gentle, undefiled,With blessings on thy head.2Fresh roses in thy hand,Buds on thy pillow laid,Haste from this dark and fearful land,Where flowers so quickly fade.3Before thy heart had learnedIn waywardness to stray;Before thy feet had ever turnedThe dark and downward way;4Ere sin had seared the breast,Or sorrow woke the tear;Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,In yon celestial sphere!5Because thy smile was fair,Thy lip and eye so bright,Because thy loving cradle careWas such a dear delight;6Shall love, with weak embrace,Thy upward wing detain?No! gentle angel, seek thy placeAmid the cherub train.1070S. M.At midnight there was a cry made.Matt. 25:6.Servant of God, well done!Rest from thy loved employ;The battle fought, the victory won,Enter thy Master’s joy.2The voice at midnight came;He started up to hear;A mortal arrow pierced his frame,He fell, but felt no fear.3Tranquil amid alarms,It found him on the field,A veteran slumbering on his arms,Beneath his red-cross shield.4At midnight came the cry,“To meet thy God, prepare!”He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;Then, strong in faith and prayer,5His spirit, with a bound,Left its encumbering clay;His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,A darkened ruin lay.6The pains of death are past,Labor and sorrow cease;And life’s long warfare, closed at last,His soul is found in peace.Montgomery.10717s, double.The valley of the shadow of death.Psalm 23:4.Though I walk the downward shade,Deepening through the vail of death,Yet I will not be afraid,But, with my departing breath,I will glory in my God,In my Saviour I will trust,Strengthened by his staff and rod,While this body falls to dust.2Soon on wings, on wings of love,My transported soul shall rise,Like the home-returning dove,Vanishing through boundless skies:Then, where death shall be no more,Sin nor suffering e’er molest,All my days of mourning o’er,In his presence I shall rest.10727s, double.The spirit shall return to, etc.Eccl. 12:7.Deathless spirit, now arise!Soar, thou native of the skies!Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,To his glorious likeness wrought,Go, to shine before his throne,Deck his mediatorial crown;Go, his triumph to adorn;Made for God, to God return.2Lo! he beckons from on high!Fearless to his presence fly;Thine the merit of his blood,Thine the righteousness of God!Angels, joyful to attend,Hovering round thy pillow bend,Wait, to catch the signal given,And escort thee quick to heaven.3Is thy earthly house distressed,Willing to retain its guest?’Tis not thou, but it, must die—Fly, celestial tenant, fly!Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,Sweetly breathe thyself away,Singing, to thy crown remove,Swift of wing, and fired with love.Toplady.1073C. M. D.A soldier of renown.Fallen—on Zion’s battle-field,A soldier of renown,Armed in the panoply of God,In conflict cloven down!His helmet on his armor bright,His cheek unblanched with fear—While round his head there gleamed a light,His dying hour to cheer.2Fallen—while cheering with his voiceThe sacramental host,With banners floating on the air—Death found him at his post;In life’s high prime the warfare closed,But not ingloriously;He fell beyond the outer wall,And shouted, victory![3Fallen—a holy man of God,An Israelite indeed,A standard bearer of the cross,Mighty in word and deed—A master spirit of the age,A bright and burning light,Whose beams across the firmamentScattered the clouds of night.]4Fallen—as sets the sun at eve,To rise in splendor whereHis kindred luminaries shine,Their heaven of bliss to share;Beyond the stormy battle-fieldHe reigns in triumph now,Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,With glory on his brow!J. N. Maffitt.10748s & 7s.Suffer little children to come unto me.Matt. 19:14.They are going—only going—Jesus called them long ago;All the wintery time they’re passing,Softly as the falling snow.When the violets in the spring-timeCatch the azure of the sky,They are carried out to slumberSweetly where the violets lie.2They are going—only going—When with summer earth is dressed,In their cold hands holding rosesFolded to each silent breast;When the autumn hangs red bannersOut above the harvest sheaves,They are going—ever going—Thick and fast, like falling leaves.3All along the mighty ages,All adown the solemn time,They have taken up their homewardMarch to that serener clime,Where the watching, waiting angelsLead them from the shadow dim,To the brightness of his presenceWho has called them unto him.4They are going—only going—Out of pain and into bliss—Out of sad and sinful weaknessInto perfect holiness.Snowy brows—no care shall shade them;Bright eyes—tears shall never dim;Rosy lips—no time shall fade them:Jesus called them unto him.5Little hearts for ever stainless—Little hands as pure as they—Little feet by angels guided,Never a forbidden way!They are going—ever going—Leaving many a lonely spot;But ’tis Jesus who has called them—Suffer and forbid them not.10758s & 7s.Homeward.Dropping down the troubled riverTo the tranquil, tranquil shore,Where the sweet light shineth ever,And the sun goes down no more.2Dropping down the winding riverTo the wide and welcome sea,Where no tempest wrecketh ever,Where the sky is fair and free.3Dropping down the rapid river,To the dear and deathless land,Where the living live for everAt the Father’s own right hand.Bonar.10768s & 7s.Sister, thou wast mild and lovely.Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,Gentle as the summer breeze,Pleasant as the air of evening,When it floats among the trees.2Peaceful be thy silent slumber—Peaceful in the grave so low:Thou no more wilt join our number;Thou no more our songs shalt know.3Dearest sister, thou hast left us;Here thy loss we deeply feel;But ’tis God that hath bereft us:He can all our sorrows heal.4Yet again we hope to meet thee,When the day of life is fled,Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,Where no farewell tear is shed.S. F. Smith.10778s & 7s.Blessed are the dead, etc.Rev. 14:13.Happy soul! thy days are ended,All thy mourning days below;Go, by angel guards attended,To the sight of Jesus go!Waiting to receive thy spirit,Lo! the Saviour stands above;Shows the purchase of his merit,Reaches out the crown of love.2Struggling through thy latest passionTo thy dear Redeemer’s breast,To his uttermost salvation,To his everlasting rest;For the joy he sets before thee,Bear thy transitory pain;Die, to live a life of glory;Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.C. Wesley.1078P. M.What is your life? It is even a vapor.James 4:14.What is life? ’tis but a vapor,Soon it vanishes away:Life is but a dying taper—O, my soul, why wish to stay!Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!2See that glory, how resplendent!Brighter far than fancy paints;There, in majesty transcendent,Jesus reigns the King of saints,Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!3Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,Sing with rapture of his love;Through the heavens his praise resounding,Filling all the courts above.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!4Go, and share his people’s glory,’Midst the ransomed crowd appear;Thine a joyful, wondrous story,One that angels love to hear.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!Kelly.10798s, 7s & 4s.Death of an aged pilgrim.Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,All the storms of sorrow fled,Death hath found a quiet pillowFor the agéd Christian’s head,Peaceful slumbersGuarding now his lowly bed.2O, may we be reunitedTo the spirits of the just,Leaving all that sin has blightedWith corruption, in the dust;Hear us, Jesus,Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.10807s & 4s.Prayer for support in death.When the vale of death appears,Faint and cold this mortal clay,Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,Light me through the gloomy way;Break the shadows,Usher in eternal day.2Upward from this dying stateBid my waiting soul aspire;Open thou the crystal gate;To thy praise attune my lyre:Then, triumphant,I will join the immortal choir.Mrs. Gilbert.10817s & 6s.Time is winging us away.Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb;Youth and vigor soon will flee;Blooming beauty lose its charms;All that’s mortal soon shall beInclosed in death’s cold arms.2Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb!But the Christian shall enjoyHealth and beauty soon above,Far beyond the world’s alloy,Secure in Jesus’ love.Burton.108210s.His eye was not dim, etc.Deut. 34:7.Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power;A Christian can not die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.2Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.3Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour layIn death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.4Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.Montgomery.10838s & 9s.Death of a missionary.Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky,Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high.2Weep not for the spirit now crownedWith the garland to martyrdom given,O weep not for him; he has foundHis reward and his refuge in heaven.3But weep for their sorrows, who standAnd lament o’er the dead by his grave—Who sigh when they muse on the landOf their home, far away o’er the wave.4And weep for the nations that dwellWhere the light of the truth never shone,Where anthems of praise never swell,And the love of the Lamb is unknown.5Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky;Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high:6But weep for the mourners who standBy the grave of their brother, in tears,And weep for the people whose landStill must wait till the day-spring appears.Bacon.10848s & 3s.All is well.What’s this that steals upon my frame?Is it death?That soon will quench this vital flame?Is it death?If this be death, I soon shall beFrom every pain and sorrow free,I shall my Lord in glory see—All is well!2Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,All is well!My sins are pardoned, I am free;All is well.There’s not a cloud that doth arise,To hide my Saviour from my eyes;I soon shall mount the upper skies—All is well.3Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,All is well;I will rehearse the pleasing story,All is well.Bright angels have from glory come,They’re round my bed, they’re in my room,They wait to waft my spirit home—All is well.4Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,All is well;I soon shall see his face in glory,All is well.Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,I can no longer stay with you—My glittering crown appears in view;All is well.5Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,Saved by grace;I’ve come to join your rapturous song,Saved by grace.All, all is peace and joy divine,All heaven and glory now are mine;O, hallelujah to the Lamb!All is well.1085P. M.Present with the Lord.2 Cor. 5:8.O think that, while you’re weeping here,His hand a golden harp is stringing;And with a voice serene and clear,His ransomed soul, without a tear,His Saviour’s praise is singing!2And think that all his pains are fled,His toils and sorrows closed for ever;While he, whose blood for man was shed,Has placed upon his servant’s headA crown that fadeth never!3For thus, while round your lowly bierSurviving friends are sadly bending,Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,Faith lightest pinions lending.4And thus, when to the silent tomb,Your lifeless dust like his is given,Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,That yet again in faithful bloom,That dust shall smile in heaven!Dr. Huie.10868s & 4s.There remaineth a rest.Heb. 4:9.There is a calm for those who weep,A rest for weary pilgrims found;They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,Low in the ground.2The storm that racks the wintery skyNo more disturbs their deep repose,Than summer evening’s latest sigh,That shuts the rose.3Thou traveler in this vale of tears,To realms of everlasting light,Through time’s dark wilderness of years,Pursue thy flight.4Whate’er thy lot—whate’er thou be—Confess thy folly—kiss the rod;And in thy chastening sorrows seeThe hand of God.5Though long of winds and waves the sport,Condemned in wretchedness to roam,Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port,A quiet home.Montgomery.10876s & 4s.Forsake me not, etc.Psalm 71:9.Lowly and solemn beThy children’s cry to thee,Father divine;A hymn of suppliant breath,Owning that life and deathAlike are thine.2O Father, in that hour,When earthly help and powerAre all in vain,When spears, and shield, and crown,In faintness are cast down,Do thou sustain.3By him who bowed to takeThe death-cup for our sake,The thorn, the rod—From whom the last dismayWas not to pass away—Aid us, O God.4Trembling beside the grave,We call on thee to save,Father divine:Hear, hear our suppliant breath;Keep us, in life and death,Thine, only thine.Mrs. Hemans.10887s & 6s.All the rivers run into the sea.Eccl. 1:7.As flows the rapid river,With channel broad and free,Its waters rippling ever,And hastening to the sea;So life is onward flowing,And days of offered peace,And man is swiftly goingWhere calls of mercy cease.2As moons are ever waning,As hastes the sun away,As stormy winds, complaining,Bring on the wintery day:So fast the night comes o’er us—The darkness of the grave;The death is just before us;God takes the life he gave.3Say, hath thy heart its treasureLaid up in worlds above?And is it all thy pleasureThy God to praise and love?Beware lest death’s dark riverIts billows o’er thee roll,And thou lament for everThe ruin of thy soul.S. F. Smith.10898s & 4s.As a dream, when one awaketh.Psalm 73:20.Alas! how poor and little worthAre all those glittering toys of earthThat lure us here!Dreams of a sleep that death must break:Alas! before it bids us wake,They disappear.2Where is the strength that spurned decay,The step that rolled so light and gay,The heart’s blithe tone?The strength is gone, the step is slow,And joy grows weariness and woeWhen age comes on.3Our birth is but a starting-place;Life is the running of the race,And death the goal:There all those glittering toys are brought;That path alone, of all unsought,Is found of all.4O, let the soul its slumbers break,Arouse its senses, and awakeTo see how soonLife, like its glories, glides away,And the stern footsteps of decayCome stealing on.Longfellow (Tr.)1090S. H. M.Friend after friend departs.Friend after friend departs;Who hath not lost a friend?There is no union here of hearts,That finds not here an end?Were this frail world our only rest,Living or dying, none were blest.2Beyond the flight of time,Beyond this vale of death,There surely is some blesséd clime,Where life is not a breath,Nor life’s affections transient fire,Whose sparks fly upward to expire,3There is a world above,Where parting is unknown;A whole eternity of love,Formed for the good alone;And faith beholds the dying hereTranslated to that happier sphere.4Thus star by star declines,Till all are passed away,As morning high and higher shinesTo pure and perfect day;Nor sink those stars in empty night;They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.Montgomery.10918s & 4s.Weep not for me.When the spark of life is waning,Weep not for me;When the languid eye is streaming,Weep not for me;When the feeble pulse is ceasing,Start not at its swift decreasing,’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,Weep not for me.2When the pangs of death assail me,Weep not for me;Christ is mine, he can not fail me,Weep not for me;Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,From his love my soul to sever,Jesus is my strength for ever;Weep not for me.Dale.10927s & 6s.Mortality swallowed up of life.2 Cor. 5:4.No, no, it is not dyingTo go unto our God,This gloomy earth forsaking,Our journey homeward takingAlong the starry road.2No, no, it is not dyingHeaven’s citizen to be,A crown immortal wearing,And rest unbroken sharing,From care and conflict free.3No, no, it is not dyingThe Shepherd’s voice to know;His sheep he ever leadeth,His peaceful flock he feedeth,Where living pastures grow.4No, no, it is not dyingTo wear a heavenly crown,Among God’s people dwelling,The glorious triumph swelling,Of him whose sway we own.5O no, this is not dying,Thou Saviour of mankind;There, streams of love are flowing,No hindrance ever knowing;Here, only drops we find.Malon.109310s, 6s, & 4s.The burial of the dead.Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wingsWe leave our holy dead,To rest in hope! From this world’s sufferingsTheir souls have fled!2O! when our souls are burdened with the weightOf life, and all its woes,Let us remember them, and calmly waitFor our life’s close!10946s & 8s.Go to thy rest in peace.Go to thy rest in peace,And soft be thy repose;Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;From earthly cares, in sweet release,Thine eyelids gently close.2Go to thy peaceful rest;For thee we need not weep,Since thou art now among the blest—No more by sin and sorrow pressed,But hushed in quiet sleep.3Go to thy rest; and whileThy absence we deplore,One thought our sorrow shall beguile;For soon, with a celestial smile,We meet to part no more.109511s.He died at his post.Away from his home and the friends of his youth,He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost:Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.2The stranger’s eye wept, that, in life’s brightest bloom,One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;For in ardor he led in the van of the host,And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.3He wept not himself that his warfare was done—The battle was fought, and the victory won;But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post.”4He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,That his brethren might know that he died at his post.5Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell,With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell:He has passed o’er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post.6And can we the words of his exit forget?O! no; they are fresh in our memory yet:An example so worthy shall never be lost,We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.W. Hunter.109612s & 11s.Farewell to a friend departed.Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.2Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Saviour has died.3Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.Heber.109711s, peculiar.Heavenly prospect.Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.2Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.3High was the anthem those raptures revealing,Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.A. S. Hayden.109811s & 12s.Vanity of vanities.Eccl. 12:8.Far, far o’er hill and dale, on the winds stealing,List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing,Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those sounds away,So earthly joys decay, while new their feeling!2Now through the charméd air, on the winds stealing,List to the mourner’s prayer, solemnly bending:Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away,To those which ne’er decay, for life is ending.3So when our mortal ties death shall dissever,Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never,And in eternal day, joining the angels’ lay,To our Creator pay homage for ever.
1034L. M.Soon will the storm of life be o’er.Gently, my Saviour, let me down,To slumber in the arms of death;I rest my soul on thee alone,E’en till my last, expiring breath.2Soon will the storm of life be o’er,And I shall enter endless rest;There I shall live to sin no more,And bless thy name, for ever blest.3Bid me possess sweet peace within;Let childlike patience keep my heart,Then shall I feel my heaven begin,Before my spirit hence depart.4O, speed thy chariot, God of love,And take me from this world of woe;I long to reach those joys above,And bid farewell to all below.5There shall my raptured spirit raiseStill louder notes than angels sing,High glories to Immanuel’s grace,My God, my Saviour, and my King!Hill.
L. M.
Soon will the storm of life be o’er.
Gently, my Saviour, let me down,To slumber in the arms of death;I rest my soul on thee alone,E’en till my last, expiring breath.
Gently, my Saviour, let me down,
To slumber in the arms of death;
I rest my soul on thee alone,
E’en till my last, expiring breath.
2Soon will the storm of life be o’er,And I shall enter endless rest;There I shall live to sin no more,And bless thy name, for ever blest.
2Soon will the storm of life be o’er,
And I shall enter endless rest;
There I shall live to sin no more,
And bless thy name, for ever blest.
3Bid me possess sweet peace within;Let childlike patience keep my heart,Then shall I feel my heaven begin,Before my spirit hence depart.
3Bid me possess sweet peace within;
Let childlike patience keep my heart,
Then shall I feel my heaven begin,
Before my spirit hence depart.
4O, speed thy chariot, God of love,And take me from this world of woe;I long to reach those joys above,And bid farewell to all below.
4O, speed thy chariot, God of love,
And take me from this world of woe;
I long to reach those joys above,
And bid farewell to all below.
5There shall my raptured spirit raiseStill louder notes than angels sing,High glories to Immanuel’s grace,My God, my Saviour, and my King!
5There shall my raptured spirit raise
Still louder notes than angels sing,
High glories to Immanuel’s grace,
My God, my Saviour, and my King!
Hill.
1035L. M.The glory of man is as the flower, etc.1 Pet. 1:24.The morning flowers display their sweets,And gay their silken leaves unfold,As careless of the noon-day heatsAnd fearless of the evening cold.2Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,Parched by the sun’s directer ray,The momentary glories waste,The short-lived beauties die away.3So blooms the human face divine,When youth its pride and beauty shows;Fairer than spring the colors shine,And sweeter than the virgin rose.4Or worn by slowly rolling years,Or broke by sickness in a day,The fading glory disappears,The short-lived beauties die away.5Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,With luster brighter far shall shine;Revive with ever-during bloom,Safe from diseases and decline.6Let sickness blast, and death devour,If heaven must recompense our pains;Perish the grass, and fade the flower,If firm the word of God remains.C. Wesley.
L. M.
The glory of man is as the flower, etc.1 Pet. 1:24.
The morning flowers display their sweets,And gay their silken leaves unfold,As careless of the noon-day heatsAnd fearless of the evening cold.
The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-day heats
And fearless of the evening cold.
2Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,Parched by the sun’s directer ray,The momentary glories waste,The short-lived beauties die away.
2Nipt by the wind’s untimely blast,
Parched by the sun’s directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away.
3So blooms the human face divine,When youth its pride and beauty shows;Fairer than spring the colors shine,And sweeter than the virgin rose.
3So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride and beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colors shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
4Or worn by slowly rolling years,Or broke by sickness in a day,The fading glory disappears,The short-lived beauties die away.
4Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away.
5Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,With luster brighter far shall shine;Revive with ever-during bloom,Safe from diseases and decline.
5Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With luster brighter far shall shine;
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
6Let sickness blast, and death devour,If heaven must recompense our pains;Perish the grass, and fade the flower,If firm the word of God remains.
6Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.
C. Wesley.
1036L. M.Death of parents.The God of mercy will indulgeThe flowing tear, the heaving sigh,When honored parents fall around,When friends beloved and kindred die.2Yet not one anxious murmuring thoughtShould with our mourning passion blend;Nor should our bleeding hearts forgetTheir mighty, ever-living Friend.3Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,Thou art each tender name in one;On thee we cast our every care,And comfort seek from thee alone.4To thee, our Father, would we look,Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,And on thy covenant love and truth,With humble, steadfast hope depend.Fawcett.
L. M.
Death of parents.
The God of mercy will indulgeThe flowing tear, the heaving sigh,When honored parents fall around,When friends beloved and kindred die.
The God of mercy will indulge
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When honored parents fall around,
When friends beloved and kindred die.
2Yet not one anxious murmuring thoughtShould with our mourning passion blend;Nor should our bleeding hearts forgetTheir mighty, ever-living Friend.
2Yet not one anxious murmuring thought
Should with our mourning passion blend;
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Their mighty, ever-living Friend.
3Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,Thou art each tender name in one;On thee we cast our every care,And comfort seek from thee alone.
3Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide,
Thou art each tender name in one;
On thee we cast our every care,
And comfort seek from thee alone.
4To thee, our Father, would we look,Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,And on thy covenant love and truth,With humble, steadfast hope depend.
4To thee, our Father, would we look,
Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend,
And on thy covenant love and truth,
With humble, steadfast hope depend.
Fawcett.
1037L. M.They are not lost, but gone before.Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,And sweet the strains their spirits pour;O, why should we in anguish weep?They are not lost, but gone before.2Secure from every mortal care,By sin and sorrow vexed no more,Eternal happiness they shareWho are not lost, but gone before.3To Zion’s peaceful courts aboveIn faith triumphant may we soar,Embracing, in the arms of love,The friends not lost, but gone before.4To Jordan’s bank whene’er we come,And hear the swelling waters roar;Jesus! convey us safely home,To friends not lost, but gone before.
L. M.
They are not lost, but gone before.
Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,And sweet the strains their spirits pour;O, why should we in anguish weep?They are not lost, but gone before.
Dear is the spot where Christians sleep,
And sweet the strains their spirits pour;
O, why should we in anguish weep?
They are not lost, but gone before.
2Secure from every mortal care,By sin and sorrow vexed no more,Eternal happiness they shareWho are not lost, but gone before.
2Secure from every mortal care,
By sin and sorrow vexed no more,
Eternal happiness they share
Who are not lost, but gone before.
3To Zion’s peaceful courts aboveIn faith triumphant may we soar,Embracing, in the arms of love,The friends not lost, but gone before.
3To Zion’s peaceful courts above
In faith triumphant may we soar,
Embracing, in the arms of love,
The friends not lost, but gone before.
4To Jordan’s bank whene’er we come,And hear the swelling waters roar;Jesus! convey us safely home,To friends not lost, but gone before.
4To Jordan’s bank whene’er we come,
And hear the swelling waters roar;
Jesus! convey us safely home,
To friends not lost, but gone before.
1038L. M.Them which sleep in Jesus.1 Thess. 4:14.Asleep in Jesus! Blesséd sleepFrom which none ever wakes to weep;A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.2Asleep in Jesus! O how sweetTo be for such a slumber meet!With holy confidence to sing,That death has lost its venomed sting.3Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,Whose waking is supremely blest:No fear, no woe, shall dim the hourThat manifests the Saviour’s power.4Asleep in Jesus! O for meMay such a blissful refuge be:Securely shall my ashes lie,And wait the summons from on high.5Asleep in Jesus! time nor spaceAffects this precious hiding-place:On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,Believers find the same repose.6Asleep in Jesus! far from theeThy kindred and their graves may be:But thine is still a blesséd sleep,which none ever wake to weep.Mrs. McKay.
L. M.
Them which sleep in Jesus.1 Thess. 4:14.
Asleep in Jesus! Blesséd sleepFrom which none ever wakes to weep;A calm and undisturbed repose,Unbroken by the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus! Blesséd sleep
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.
2Asleep in Jesus! O how sweetTo be for such a slumber meet!With holy confidence to sing,That death has lost its venomed sting.
2Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing,
That death has lost its venomed sting.
3Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,Whose waking is supremely blest:No fear, no woe, shall dim the hourThat manifests the Saviour’s power.
3Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest:
No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour’s power.
4Asleep in Jesus! O for meMay such a blissful refuge be:Securely shall my ashes lie,And wait the summons from on high.
4Asleep in Jesus! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be:
Securely shall my ashes lie,
And wait the summons from on high.
5Asleep in Jesus! time nor spaceAffects this precious hiding-place:On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,Believers find the same repose.
5Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Affects this precious hiding-place:
On Indian plains, or Lapland snows,
Believers find the same repose.
6Asleep in Jesus! far from theeThy kindred and their graves may be:But thine is still a blesséd sleep,which none ever wake to weep.
6Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be:
But thine is still a blesséd sleep,
which none ever wake to weep.
Mrs. McKay.
1039L. M.Let me die the death of the righteous.Num. 23:10.How blest the righteous when he dies!When sinks a weary soul to rest!How mildly beam the closing eyes!How gently heaves the expiring breast!2So fades a summer cloud away;So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;So gently shuts the eye of day;So dies a wave along the shore.3A holy quiet reigns around,A calm which life nor death destroys;And nought disturbs that peace profoundWhich his unfettered soul enjoys.4Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay,Light from its load the spirit flies,While heaven and earth combine to say,“How blest the righteous when he dies!”Mrs. Barbauld.
L. M.
Let me die the death of the righteous.Num. 23:10.
How blest the righteous when he dies!When sinks a weary soul to rest!How mildly beam the closing eyes!How gently heaves the expiring breast!
How blest the righteous when he dies!
When sinks a weary soul to rest!
How mildly beam the closing eyes!
How gently heaves the expiring breast!
2So fades a summer cloud away;So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;So gently shuts the eye of day;So dies a wave along the shore.
2So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.
3A holy quiet reigns around,A calm which life nor death destroys;And nought disturbs that peace profoundWhich his unfettered soul enjoys.
3A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys;
And nought disturbs that peace profound
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
4Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay,Light from its load the spirit flies,While heaven and earth combine to say,“How blest the righteous when he dies!”
4Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
“How blest the righteous when he dies!”
Mrs. Barbauld.
1040L. M.Death of an infant.As the sweet flower that scents the morn,But withers in the rising day—Thus lovely seemed the infant’s dawn;Thus swiftly fled his life away!2Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,Death timely came with friendly care;The opening bud to heaven conveyed,And bade it bloom for ever there.3He died to sin, and all its woes,But for a moment felt the rod—On love’s triumphant wing he rose,To rest for ever with his God!Cunningham.
L. M.
Death of an infant.
As the sweet flower that scents the morn,But withers in the rising day—Thus lovely seemed the infant’s dawn;Thus swiftly fled his life away!
As the sweet flower that scents the morn,
But withers in the rising day—
Thus lovely seemed the infant’s dawn;
Thus swiftly fled his life away!
2Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,Death timely came with friendly care;The opening bud to heaven conveyed,And bade it bloom for ever there.
2Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death timely came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it bloom for ever there.
3He died to sin, and all its woes,But for a moment felt the rod—On love’s triumphant wing he rose,To rest for ever with his God!
3He died to sin, and all its woes,
But for a moment felt the rod—
On love’s triumphant wing he rose,
To rest for ever with his God!
Cunningham.
1041L. M.Death of an infant.So fades the lovely, blooming flower,Frail, smiling solace of an hour;So soon our transient comforts fly,And pleasure only blooms to die.2Is there no kind, no healing art,To soothe the anguish of the heart?Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;Thy comforts are not made to die.3Let gentle patience smile on pain,Till dying hope revives again;Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,And faith points upward to the sky.Mrs. Steele.
L. M.
Death of an infant.
So fades the lovely, blooming flower,Frail, smiling solace of an hour;So soon our transient comforts fly,And pleasure only blooms to die.
So fades the lovely, blooming flower,
Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.
2Is there no kind, no healing art,To soothe the anguish of the heart?Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;Thy comforts are not made to die.
2Is there no kind, no healing art,
To soothe the anguish of the heart?
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh;
Thy comforts are not made to die.
3Let gentle patience smile on pain,Till dying hope revives again;Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,And faith points upward to the sky.
3Let gentle patience smile on pain,
Till dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.
Mrs. Steele.
1042L. M.The early dead.How blest are they whose transient yearsPass like an evening meteor’s flight;Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears:Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.2O, cheerless were our lengthened way:But heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,Streams downward from eternal day,And casts a glory round the tomb.3O, stay thy tears; the blest aboveHave hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,And sung a song of joy and love;Then why should anguish reign on earth?Norton.
L. M.
The early dead.
How blest are they whose transient yearsPass like an evening meteor’s flight;Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears:Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.
How blest are they whose transient years
Pass like an evening meteor’s flight;
Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears:
Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.
2O, cheerless were our lengthened way:But heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,Streams downward from eternal day,And casts a glory round the tomb.
2O, cheerless were our lengthened way:
But heaven’s own light dispels the gloom,
Streams downward from eternal day,
And casts a glory round the tomb.
3O, stay thy tears; the blest aboveHave hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,And sung a song of joy and love;Then why should anguish reign on earth?
3O, stay thy tears; the blest above
Have hailed a spirit’s heavenly birth,
And sung a song of joy and love;
Then why should anguish reign on earth?
Norton.
1043L. M.Death is the gate of endless joy.Why should we start and fear to die?What timorous worms we mortals are!Death is the gate of endless joy,And yet we dread to enter there.2The pains, the groans, and dying strife,Fright our approaching souls away;Still we shrink back again to life,Fond of our prison and our clay.3O if my Lord would come and meet,My soul would stretch her wings in haste,Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,Nor feel the terrors as she passed!4Jesus can make a dying bedFeel soft as downy pillows are,While on his breast I lean my head,And breathe my life out sweetly there.Watts.
L. M.
Death is the gate of endless joy.
Why should we start and fear to die?What timorous worms we mortals are!Death is the gate of endless joy,And yet we dread to enter there.
Why should we start and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate of endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there.
2The pains, the groans, and dying strife,Fright our approaching souls away;Still we shrink back again to life,Fond of our prison and our clay.
2The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.
3O if my Lord would come and meet,My soul would stretch her wings in haste,Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,Nor feel the terrors as she passed!
3O if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed!
4Jesus can make a dying bedFeel soft as downy pillows are,While on his breast I lean my head,And breathe my life out sweetly there.
4Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Watts.
1044L. M.The small and great are there.Job 3:19.The glories of our birth and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hands on kings.2Princes and magistrates must fall,And in the dust be equal made;The high and mighty with the small,Scepter and crown with scythe and spade.3The laurel withers on our brow;Then boast no more your mighty deeds;Upon death’s purple altar nowSee where the victor victim bleeds!Sherley.
L. M.
The small and great are there.Job 3:19.
The glories of our birth and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hands on kings.
The glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armor against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings.
2Princes and magistrates must fall,And in the dust be equal made;The high and mighty with the small,Scepter and crown with scythe and spade.
2Princes and magistrates must fall,
And in the dust be equal made;
The high and mighty with the small,
Scepter and crown with scythe and spade.
3The laurel withers on our brow;Then boast no more your mighty deeds;Upon death’s purple altar nowSee where the victor victim bleeds!
3The laurel withers on our brow;
Then boast no more your mighty deeds;
Upon death’s purple altar now
See where the victor victim bleeds!
Sherley.
1045L. M.That I may know how frail I am.Psalm 39:4.Almighty Maker of my frame,Teach me the measure of my days;Teach me to know how frail I am,And spend the remnant to thy praise.2My days are shorter than a span;A little point my life appears;How frail at best is dying man!How vain are all his hopes and fears!3Vain his ambition, noise, and show,Vain are the cares which rack his mind;He heaps up treasures mixed with woe,And dies, and leaves them all behind.4O be a nobler portion mine;My God, I bow before thy throne;Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,And fix my hope on thee alone.Mrs. Steele.
L. M.
That I may know how frail I am.Psalm 39:4.
Almighty Maker of my frame,Teach me the measure of my days;Teach me to know how frail I am,And spend the remnant to thy praise.
Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2My days are shorter than a span;A little point my life appears;How frail at best is dying man!How vain are all his hopes and fears!
2My days are shorter than a span;
A little point my life appears;
How frail at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!
3Vain his ambition, noise, and show,Vain are the cares which rack his mind;He heaps up treasures mixed with woe,And dies, and leaves them all behind.
3Vain his ambition, noise, and show,
Vain are the cares which rack his mind;
He heaps up treasures mixed with woe,
And dies, and leaves them all behind.
4O be a nobler portion mine;My God, I bow before thy throne;Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,And fix my hope on thee alone.
4O be a nobler portion mine;
My God, I bow before thy throne;
Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on thee alone.
Mrs. Steele.
1046L. M.Make me to know mine end.Psalm 39:4.O God, thy grace and blessing giveTo us, who on thy name attend,That we this mortal life may liveRegardful of our journey’s end.2Teach us to know that Jesus died,And rose again, our souls to save;Teach us to take him as our Guide,Our Help from childhood to the grave.3Then shall not death with terror come,But welcome as a bidden guest—The herald of a better home,The messenger of peace and rest.4And, when the awful signs appearOf judgment, and the throne above,Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear,God is our trust; and God is Love.
L. M.
Make me to know mine end.Psalm 39:4.
O God, thy grace and blessing giveTo us, who on thy name attend,That we this mortal life may liveRegardful of our journey’s end.
O God, thy grace and blessing give
To us, who on thy name attend,
That we this mortal life may live
Regardful of our journey’s end.
2Teach us to know that Jesus died,And rose again, our souls to save;Teach us to take him as our Guide,Our Help from childhood to the grave.
2Teach us to know that Jesus died,
And rose again, our souls to save;
Teach us to take him as our Guide,
Our Help from childhood to the grave.
3Then shall not death with terror come,But welcome as a bidden guest—The herald of a better home,The messenger of peace and rest.
3Then shall not death with terror come,
But welcome as a bidden guest—
The herald of a better home,
The messenger of peace and rest.
4And, when the awful signs appearOf judgment, and the throne above,Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear,God is our trust; and God is Love.
4And, when the awful signs appear
Of judgment, and the throne above,
Our hearts still fixed, we shall not fear,
God is our trust; and God is Love.
1047L. M.I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.Though I walk through the gloomy vale,Where death and all its terrors are,My heart and hope shall never fail,For God my Shepherd’s with me there.2Amid the darkness and the deeps,Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;Thy staff supports my feeble steps,Thy rod directs my doubtful way.Watts.
L. M.
I will fear no evil.Psalm 23:4.
Though I walk through the gloomy vale,Where death and all its terrors are,My heart and hope shall never fail,For God my Shepherd’s with me there.
Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd’s with me there.
2Amid the darkness and the deeps,Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;Thy staff supports my feeble steps,Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
2Amid the darkness and the deeps,
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
Watts.
1048L. M.On the death of an infant.O mourner! who with tender love,Hast wept beside some infant grave,Hast thou not sought a Friend above,Who died thy little one to save?2Then lift thy weary, weeping eyeAbove the waves that round thee dwell;Is not thy darling safe on high?Canst thou not whisper—It is well?3Yes, it is well—though never moreHis infant form to earth be given;He rests where sin and grief are o’er,And thou shalt meet thy child in heaven.
L. M.
On the death of an infant.
O mourner! who with tender love,Hast wept beside some infant grave,Hast thou not sought a Friend above,Who died thy little one to save?
O mourner! who with tender love,
Hast wept beside some infant grave,
Hast thou not sought a Friend above,
Who died thy little one to save?
2Then lift thy weary, weeping eyeAbove the waves that round thee dwell;Is not thy darling safe on high?Canst thou not whisper—It is well?
2Then lift thy weary, weeping eye
Above the waves that round thee dwell;
Is not thy darling safe on high?
Canst thou not whisper—It is well?
3Yes, it is well—though never moreHis infant form to earth be given;He rests where sin and grief are o’er,And thou shalt meet thy child in heaven.
3Yes, it is well—though never more
His infant form to earth be given;
He rests where sin and grief are o’er,
And thou shalt meet thy child in heaven.
1049P. M.Blossom of being; seen and gone.No bitter tears for thee be shed,Blossom of being! seen and gone!With flowers alone we strew thy bed,O blest departed one!Whose all of life, a rosy ray,Blushed into dawn, and passed away.2Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had powerTo stain thy cherub-soul and form,Closed is the soft ephemeral flowerThat never felt a storm!The sunbeam’s smile, the zephyr’s breath,All that it knew from birth to death.3Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained,Vision of beauty! fair as brief!How soon thy brightness had been stainedWith passion or with grief!Now, not a sullying breath can rise,To dim thy glory in the skies.Mrs. Hemans.
P. M.
Blossom of being; seen and gone.
No bitter tears for thee be shed,Blossom of being! seen and gone!With flowers alone we strew thy bed,O blest departed one!Whose all of life, a rosy ray,Blushed into dawn, and passed away.
No bitter tears for thee be shed,
Blossom of being! seen and gone!
With flowers alone we strew thy bed,
O blest departed one!
Whose all of life, a rosy ray,
Blushed into dawn, and passed away.
2Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had powerTo stain thy cherub-soul and form,Closed is the soft ephemeral flowerThat never felt a storm!The sunbeam’s smile, the zephyr’s breath,All that it knew from birth to death.
2Yes! thou art fled, ere guilt had power
To stain thy cherub-soul and form,
Closed is the soft ephemeral flower
That never felt a storm!
The sunbeam’s smile, the zephyr’s breath,
All that it knew from birth to death.
3Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained,Vision of beauty! fair as brief!How soon thy brightness had been stainedWith passion or with grief!Now, not a sullying breath can rise,To dim thy glory in the skies.
3Oh! hadst thou still on earth remained,
Vision of beauty! fair as brief!
How soon thy brightness had been stained
With passion or with grief!
Now, not a sullying breath can rise,
To dim thy glory in the skies.
Mrs. Hemans.
1050L. M.Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb.Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb;Take this new treasure to thy trust,And give these sacred relics roomTo slumber in the silent dust.2Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,Invade thy bounds; no mortal woesCan reach the peaceful sleeper here,While angels watch the soft repose.3So Jesus slept; God’s dying SonPassed through the grave, and blessed the bed:Rest here, blest saint, till from his throneThe morning break, and pierce the shade.4Break from his throne, illustrious morn;Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;Restore thy trust; a glorious formShall then arise to meet the Lord.Watts.
L. M.
Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb.
Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb;Take this new treasure to thy trust,And give these sacred relics roomTo slumber in the silent dust.
Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb;
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room
To slumber in the silent dust.
2Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,Invade thy bounds; no mortal woesCan reach the peaceful sleeper here,While angels watch the soft repose.
2Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
3So Jesus slept; God’s dying SonPassed through the grave, and blessed the bed:Rest here, blest saint, till from his throneThe morning break, and pierce the shade.
3So Jesus slept; God’s dying Son
Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed:
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4Break from his throne, illustrious morn;Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;Restore thy trust; a glorious formShall then arise to meet the Lord.
4Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth, his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust; a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.
Watts.
1051L. M.I am now ready to be offered.2 Tim. 4:6.The hour of my departure’s come;I hear the voice that calls me home;At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,And let thy servant die in peace.2The race appointed I have run,The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;And now my witness is on high,And now my record’s in the sky.3Not in mine innocence I trust;I bow before thee in the dust;And through my Saviour’s blood aloneI look for mercy at thy throne.4I come, I come at thy command;I give my spirit to thy hand;Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,And shield me in the last alarms.Logan.
L. M.
I am now ready to be offered.2 Tim. 4:6.
The hour of my departure’s come;I hear the voice that calls me home;At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,And let thy servant die in peace.
The hour of my departure’s come;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord! let troubles cease,
And let thy servant die in peace.
2The race appointed I have run,The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;And now my witness is on high,And now my record’s in the sky.
2The race appointed I have run,
The combat’s o’er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record’s in the sky.
3Not in mine innocence I trust;I bow before thee in the dust;And through my Saviour’s blood aloneI look for mercy at thy throne.
3Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour’s blood alone
I look for mercy at thy throne.
4I come, I come at thy command;I give my spirit to thy hand;Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,And shield me in the last alarms.
4I come, I come at thy command;
I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.
Logan.
1052C. M.As a tale that is told.Psalm 90:9.How short and hasty is our life:How vast our soul’s affairs!Yet foolish mortals vainly striveTo lavish out their years.2Our days run thoughtlessly along,Without a moment’s stay;We, like a story, or a song,Do pass our lives away.3God from on high invites us home;But we march heedless on,And, ever hastening to the tomb,Stoop downward as we run.4Draw us, O God, with thy rich grace,And lift our thoughts on high,That we may end this mortal race,And see salvation nigh.Watts.
C. M.
As a tale that is told.Psalm 90:9.
How short and hasty is our life:How vast our soul’s affairs!Yet foolish mortals vainly striveTo lavish out their years.
How short and hasty is our life:
How vast our soul’s affairs!
Yet foolish mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.
2Our days run thoughtlessly along,Without a moment’s stay;We, like a story, or a song,Do pass our lives away.
2Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment’s stay;
We, like a story, or a song,
Do pass our lives away.
3God from on high invites us home;But we march heedless on,And, ever hastening to the tomb,Stoop downward as we run.
3God from on high invites us home;
But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downward as we run.
4Draw us, O God, with thy rich grace,And lift our thoughts on high,That we may end this mortal race,And see salvation nigh.
4Draw us, O God, with thy rich grace,
And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.
Watts.
1053C. M.A desire to depart.Phil. 1:23.Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,With all your feeble light:Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,Pale empress of the night.2And thou, refulgent orb of day,In brighter flames arrayed;My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,No more demands thine aid.3Ye stars are but the shining dustOf my divine abode,The pavement of those heavenly courtsWhere I shall reign with God.4The Father of eternal lightShall there his beams display,Nor shall one moment’s darkness mixWith that unvaried day.5No more the drops of piercing griefShall swell into mine eyes;Nor the meridian sun declineAmid those brighter skies.6There all the millions of his saintsShall in one song unite,And each the bliss of all shall viewWith infinite delight.Doddridge.
C. M.
A desire to depart.Phil. 1:23.
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,With all your feeble light:Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,Pale empress of the night.
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light:
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night.
2And thou, refulgent orb of day,In brighter flames arrayed;My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,No more demands thine aid.
2And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed;
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.
3Ye stars are but the shining dustOf my divine abode,The pavement of those heavenly courtsWhere I shall reign with God.
3Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heavenly courts
Where I shall reign with God.
4The Father of eternal lightShall there his beams display,Nor shall one moment’s darkness mixWith that unvaried day.
4The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display,
Nor shall one moment’s darkness mix
With that unvaried day.
5No more the drops of piercing griefShall swell into mine eyes;Nor the meridian sun declineAmid those brighter skies.
5No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into mine eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline
Amid those brighter skies.
6There all the millions of his saintsShall in one song unite,And each the bliss of all shall viewWith infinite delight.
6There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall view
With infinite delight.
Doddridge.
1054C. M.And Moses went up to the top of Pisgah.Deut. 34:1.Death can not make our souls afraid,If God be with us there;We may walk through its darkest shade,And never yield to fear.2I could renounce my all below,If my Redeemer bid;And run, if I were called to go,And die as Moses did.3Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,And view the promised land,My flesh itself would long to drop,And welcome the command.4Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,I would forget my breath,And lose my life among the charmsOf so divine a death.Watts.
C. M.
And Moses went up to the top of Pisgah.Deut. 34:1.
Death can not make our souls afraid,If God be with us there;We may walk through its darkest shade,And never yield to fear.
Death can not make our souls afraid,
If God be with us there;
We may walk through its darkest shade,
And never yield to fear.
2I could renounce my all below,If my Redeemer bid;And run, if I were called to go,And die as Moses did.
2I could renounce my all below,
If my Redeemer bid;
And run, if I were called to go,
And die as Moses did.
3Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,And view the promised land,My flesh itself would long to drop,And welcome the command.
3Might I but climb to Pisgah’s top,
And view the promised land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And welcome the command.
4Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,I would forget my breath,And lose my life among the charmsOf so divine a death.
4Clasped in my heavenly Father’s arms,
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death.
Watts.
1055C. M.What is your life?Life is a span—a fleeting hour;How soon the vapor flies!Man is a tender, transient flower,That, even in blooming, dies.2The once-loved form, now cold and dead,Each mournful thought employs;And nature weeps her comforts fled,And withered all her joys.3Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,When what we now deploreShall rise in full, immortal prime,And bloom to fade no more.4Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears,Religion points on high;There everlasting spring appears,And joys that can not die.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
What is your life?
Life is a span—a fleeting hour;How soon the vapor flies!Man is a tender, transient flower,That, even in blooming, dies.
Life is a span—a fleeting hour;
How soon the vapor flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That, even in blooming, dies.
2The once-loved form, now cold and dead,Each mournful thought employs;And nature weeps her comforts fled,And withered all her joys.
2The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,
And withered all her joys.
3Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,When what we now deploreShall rise in full, immortal prime,And bloom to fade no more.
3Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.
4Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears,Religion points on high;There everlasting spring appears,And joys that can not die.
4Cease then, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Religion points on high;
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that can not die.
Mrs. Steele.
1056C. M.Weep not.Dear as thou wast, and justly dearWe would not weep for thee:One thought shall check the starting tear,It is that thou art free.2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hour,Could wish thee here again!3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!Dale.
C. M.
Weep not.
Dear as thou wast, and justly dearWe would not weep for thee:One thought shall check the starting tear,It is that thou art free.
Dear as thou wast, and justly dear
We would not weep for thee:
One thought shall check the starting tear,
It is that thou art free.
2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hour,Could wish thee here again!
2And thus shall faith’s consoling power
The tears of love restrain;
O, who that saw thy parting hour,
Could wish thee here again!
3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!
3Gently the passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine;
O, may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine!
Dale.
1057C. M.Why do we mourn departing friends.Why do we mourn departing friends,Or shake at death’s alarms?’Tis but the voice that Jesus sendsTo call them to his arms.2Are we not tending upward, too,As fast as time can move?Nor would we wish the time more slowTo keep us from our Love.3Why should we tremble to conveyTheir bodies to the tomb?’Twas there the flesh of Jesus lay,Amid its silent gloom.4The graves of all the saints he blest,And softened every bed;Where should the dying members rest,But with their dying Head?5Thence he arose, ascending high,And showed our feet the way;Up to the Lord our souls shall fly,At the great rising day.6Then let the last loud trumpet sound,And bid our kindred rise:Awake, ye nations under ground;Ye saints, ascend the skies.Watts.
C. M.
Why do we mourn departing friends.
Why do we mourn departing friends,Or shake at death’s alarms?’Tis but the voice that Jesus sendsTo call them to his arms.
Why do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death’s alarms?
’Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.
2Are we not tending upward, too,As fast as time can move?Nor would we wish the time more slowTo keep us from our Love.
2Are we not tending upward, too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor would we wish the time more slow
To keep us from our Love.
3Why should we tremble to conveyTheir bodies to the tomb?’Twas there the flesh of Jesus lay,Amid its silent gloom.
3Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
’Twas there the flesh of Jesus lay,
Amid its silent gloom.
4The graves of all the saints he blest,And softened every bed;Where should the dying members rest,But with their dying Head?
4The graves of all the saints he blest,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?
5Thence he arose, ascending high,And showed our feet the way;Up to the Lord our souls shall fly,At the great rising day.
5Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our souls shall fly,
At the great rising day.
6Then let the last loud trumpet sound,And bid our kindred rise:Awake, ye nations under ground;Ye saints, ascend the skies.
6Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Watts.
1058C. M.I will cause the sun to go down at noon.Amos 8:9.When blooming youth is snatched awayBy death’s resistless hand,Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,Which pity must demand.2While pity prompts the rising sigh,O may this truth, impressedWith awful power, “I too must die,”Sink deep in every breast.3Let this vain world engage no more;Behold the opening tomb:It bids us seize the present hour:To-morrow death may come.4O let us fly—to Jesus fly,Whose powerful arm can save;Then shall our hopes ascend on high,And triumph o’er the grave.5Great God thy sovereign grace impart,With cleansing, healing power;This only can prepare the heartFor death’s approaching hour.Mrs. Steele.
C. M.
I will cause the sun to go down at noon.Amos 8:9.
When blooming youth is snatched awayBy death’s resistless hand,Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,Which pity must demand.
When blooming youth is snatched away
By death’s resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.
2While pity prompts the rising sigh,O may this truth, impressedWith awful power, “I too must die,”Sink deep in every breast.
2While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power, “I too must die,”
Sink deep in every breast.
3Let this vain world engage no more;Behold the opening tomb:It bids us seize the present hour:To-morrow death may come.
3Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the opening tomb:
It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.
4O let us fly—to Jesus fly,Whose powerful arm can save;Then shall our hopes ascend on high,And triumph o’er the grave.
4O let us fly—to Jesus fly,
Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o’er the grave.
5Great God thy sovereign grace impart,With cleansing, healing power;This only can prepare the heartFor death’s approaching hour.
5Great God thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death’s approaching hour.
Mrs. Steele.
1059C. M.Sorrow not.1 Thess. 4:13.Not for the pious dead we weep;Their sorrows now are o’er;The sea is calm, the tempest past,On that eternal shore.2Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,Within that better home:Awhile we weep and linger here,Then follow to the tomb.Mrs. Barbauld.
C. M.
Sorrow not.1 Thess. 4:13.
Not for the pious dead we weep;Their sorrows now are o’er;The sea is calm, the tempest past,On that eternal shore.
Not for the pious dead we weep;
Their sorrows now are o’er;
The sea is calm, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.
2Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,Within that better home:Awhile we weep and linger here,Then follow to the tomb.
2Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,
Within that better home:
Awhile we weep and linger here,
Then follow to the tomb.
Mrs. Barbauld.
1060C. M.John 14.Let not your hearts with anxious thoughtsBe troubled or dismayed:But trust in God your Father’s care,And trust my gracious aid.2I to my Father’s house return;There numerous mansions stand,And glory manifold aboundsThrough all the happy land.3I go your entrance to secure,And your abode prepare;Regions unknown are safe to you,When I, your Friend, am there.4Thence shall I come when ages close,To take you home with me;There shall we meet to part no more,Where sorrows ne’er shall be.5I am the Way, the Truth, the Life;No son of human race,But such as I conduct and guide,Shall see my Father’s face.Wardlaw’s Coll.
C. M.
John 14.
Let not your hearts with anxious thoughtsBe troubled or dismayed:But trust in God your Father’s care,And trust my gracious aid.
Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts
Be troubled or dismayed:
But trust in God your Father’s care,
And trust my gracious aid.
2I to my Father’s house return;There numerous mansions stand,And glory manifold aboundsThrough all the happy land.
2I to my Father’s house return;
There numerous mansions stand,
And glory manifold abounds
Through all the happy land.
3I go your entrance to secure,And your abode prepare;Regions unknown are safe to you,When I, your Friend, am there.
3I go your entrance to secure,
And your abode prepare;
Regions unknown are safe to you,
When I, your Friend, am there.
4Thence shall I come when ages close,To take you home with me;There shall we meet to part no more,Where sorrows ne’er shall be.
4Thence shall I come when ages close,
To take you home with me;
There shall we meet to part no more,
Where sorrows ne’er shall be.
5I am the Way, the Truth, the Life;No son of human race,But such as I conduct and guide,Shall see my Father’s face.
5I am the Way, the Truth, the Life;
No son of human race,
But such as I conduct and guide,
Shall see my Father’s face.
Wardlaw’s Coll.
1061C. P. M.They desire a better country.Heb. 11:16.How happy is the pilgrim’s lot!How free from every anxious thought,From worldly hope and fear!Confined to neither court nor cell,His soul disdains on earth to dwell—He only sojourns here.2This happiness in part is mine,Already saved from low design,From every creature-love;Blest with the scorn of finite good,My soul is lightened of its load,And seeks the things above.3There is my house and portion fair;My treasure and my heart are there,And my abiding home;For me my elder brethren stay,And angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come.4I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;I come to meet thee in the skies,And claim my heavenly rest!Soon will the pilgrim’s journey end;Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,Receive me to thy breast!C. Wesley.
C. P. M.
They desire a better country.Heb. 11:16.
How happy is the pilgrim’s lot!How free from every anxious thought,From worldly hope and fear!Confined to neither court nor cell,His soul disdains on earth to dwell—He only sojourns here.
How happy is the pilgrim’s lot!
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell—
He only sojourns here.
2This happiness in part is mine,Already saved from low design,From every creature-love;Blest with the scorn of finite good,My soul is lightened of its load,And seeks the things above.
2This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3There is my house and portion fair;My treasure and my heart are there,And my abiding home;For me my elder brethren stay,And angels beckon me away,And Jesus bids me come.
3There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.
4I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;I come to meet thee in the skies,And claim my heavenly rest!Soon will the pilgrim’s journey end;Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,Receive me to thy breast!
4I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Soon will the pilgrim’s journey end;
Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!
C. Wesley.
1062C. M.Death of a child.She was the music of our home,A day that knew no night,The fragrance of our garden bower,A thing all smiles and light.2Above the couch we bent and prayedIn the half-lighted room,As the bright hues of infant lifeSank slowly into gloom.3The form remained; but there was nowNo soul our love to share;Farewell, with weeping hearts, we said,Child of our love and care.4But years are moving quickly past,And time will soon be o’er;Death shall be swallowed up of lifeOn the immortal shore.Bonar.
C. M.
Death of a child.
She was the music of our home,A day that knew no night,The fragrance of our garden bower,A thing all smiles and light.
She was the music of our home,
A day that knew no night,
The fragrance of our garden bower,
A thing all smiles and light.
2Above the couch we bent and prayedIn the half-lighted room,As the bright hues of infant lifeSank slowly into gloom.
2Above the couch we bent and prayed
In the half-lighted room,
As the bright hues of infant life
Sank slowly into gloom.
3The form remained; but there was nowNo soul our love to share;Farewell, with weeping hearts, we said,Child of our love and care.
3The form remained; but there was now
No soul our love to share;
Farewell, with weeping hearts, we said,
Child of our love and care.
4But years are moving quickly past,And time will soon be o’er;Death shall be swallowed up of lifeOn the immortal shore.
4But years are moving quickly past,
And time will soon be o’er;
Death shall be swallowed up of life
On the immortal shore.
Bonar.
1063C. M.Victory over death.1 Cor. 15:55.O for an overcoming faithTo cheer my dying hours,To triumph o’er the monster death,And all his frightful powers.2Joyful, with all the strength I have,My quivering lips shall sing,Where is thy boasted victory, grave?And where the monster’s sting?3If sin be pardoned, I’m secure—Death has no sting beside;The law gives sin its damning power,But Christ my ransom died.4Now to the God of victoryImmortal thanks be paid,Who makes us conquerors while we die,Through Christ our living Head.Watts.
C. M.
Victory over death.1 Cor. 15:55.
O for an overcoming faithTo cheer my dying hours,To triumph o’er the monster death,And all his frightful powers.
O for an overcoming faith
To cheer my dying hours,
To triumph o’er the monster death,
And all his frightful powers.
2Joyful, with all the strength I have,My quivering lips shall sing,Where is thy boasted victory, grave?And where the monster’s sting?
2Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quivering lips shall sing,
Where is thy boasted victory, grave?
And where the monster’s sting?
3If sin be pardoned, I’m secure—Death has no sting beside;The law gives sin its damning power,But Christ my ransom died.
3If sin be pardoned, I’m secure—
Death has no sting beside;
The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ my ransom died.
4Now to the God of victoryImmortal thanks be paid,Who makes us conquerors while we die,Through Christ our living Head.
4Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conquerors while we die,
Through Christ our living Head.
Watts.
1064C. M.Remember them, etc.Heb. 13:7.What though the arm of conquering deathDoes God’s own house invade;What though our teacher and our friendIs numbered with the dead;—2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,The agéd and the young;The watchful eye in darkness closed,And dumb the instructive tongue?3The eternal Shepherd still survives,His teachings to impart:Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,And rule and keep our heart.4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,We have a boundless store,And shall be fed with what he gives,Who lives for evermore.Doddridge.
C. M.
Remember them, etc.Heb. 13:7.
What though the arm of conquering deathDoes God’s own house invade;What though our teacher and our friendIs numbered with the dead;—
What though the arm of conquering death
Does God’s own house invade;
What though our teacher and our friend
Is numbered with the dead;—
2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,The agéd and the young;The watchful eye in darkness closed,And dumb the instructive tongue?
2Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The agéd and the young;
The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And dumb the instructive tongue?
3The eternal Shepherd still survives,His teachings to impart:Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,And rule and keep our heart.
3The eternal Shepherd still survives,
His teachings to impart:
Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,
And rule and keep our heart.
4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,We have a boundless store,And shall be fed with what he gives,Who lives for evermore.
4Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives for evermore.
Doddridge.
1065S. M.Sighing for rest.O where shall rest be found—Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole.2The world can never giveThe bliss for which we sigh:’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.3Beyond this vale of tearsThere is a life above,Unmeasured by the flight of years;And all that life is love.4There is a death whose pangOutlasts the fleeting breath:O what eternal horrors hangAround the second death!5Lord God of truth and grace,Teach us that death to shun,Lest we be banished from thy face,And evermore undone.Montgomery.
S. M.
Sighing for rest.
O where shall rest be found—Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole.
O where shall rest be found—
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.
2The world can never giveThe bliss for which we sigh:’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.
2The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh:
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3Beyond this vale of tearsThere is a life above,Unmeasured by the flight of years;And all that life is love.
3Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
4There is a death whose pangOutlasts the fleeting breath:O what eternal horrors hangAround the second death!
4There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!
5Lord God of truth and grace,Teach us that death to shun,Lest we be banished from thy face,And evermore undone.
5Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.
Montgomery.
1066S. M.Whoso believeth in me shall never die.John 11:26.It is not death to die—To leave this weary road,And, ’mid the brotherhood on high,To be at home with God.2It is not death to closeThe eye long dimmed by tears,And wake, in glorious repose,To spend eternal years.3It is not death to bearThe wrench that sets us freeFrom dungeon chain—to breathe the airOf boundless liberty.4It is not death to flingAside this sinful dust,And rise, on strong, exulting wing,To live among the just.5Jesus, thou Prince of life!Thy chosen can not die;Like thee, they conquer in the strife,To reign with thee on high.Bethune.
S. M.
Whoso believeth in me shall never die.John 11:26.
It is not death to die—To leave this weary road,And, ’mid the brotherhood on high,To be at home with God.
It is not death to die—
To leave this weary road,
And, ’mid the brotherhood on high,
To be at home with God.
2It is not death to closeThe eye long dimmed by tears,And wake, in glorious repose,To spend eternal years.
2It is not death to close
The eye long dimmed by tears,
And wake, in glorious repose,
To spend eternal years.
3It is not death to bearThe wrench that sets us freeFrom dungeon chain—to breathe the airOf boundless liberty.
3It is not death to bear
The wrench that sets us free
From dungeon chain—to breathe the air
Of boundless liberty.
4It is not death to flingAside this sinful dust,And rise, on strong, exulting wing,To live among the just.
4It is not death to fling
Aside this sinful dust,
And rise, on strong, exulting wing,
To live among the just.
5Jesus, thou Prince of life!Thy chosen can not die;Like thee, they conquer in the strife,To reign with thee on high.
5Jesus, thou Prince of life!
Thy chosen can not die;
Like thee, they conquer in the strife,
To reign with thee on high.
Bethune.
1067S. M.Your fathers, where are they?Zech. 1:5.Our fathers! where are they,With all they called their own?Their joys and griefs, their hopes and cares,Their wealth and honor, gone!2But joy or grief succeeds,Beyond our mortal thought,While still the remnant of their dustLies in the grave forgot.3God of our fathers, hear,Thou everlasting Friend,While we, as on life’s utmost verge,Our souls to thee commend.
S. M.
Your fathers, where are they?Zech. 1:5.
Our fathers! where are they,With all they called their own?Their joys and griefs, their hopes and cares,Their wealth and honor, gone!
Our fathers! where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys and griefs, their hopes and cares,
Their wealth and honor, gone!
2But joy or grief succeeds,Beyond our mortal thought,While still the remnant of their dustLies in the grave forgot.
2But joy or grief succeeds,
Beyond our mortal thought,
While still the remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.
3God of our fathers, hear,Thou everlasting Friend,While we, as on life’s utmost verge,Our souls to thee commend.
3God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend,
While we, as on life’s utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.
1068S. M.Far from my heavenly home.Far from my heavenly home,Far from my Father’s breast,Fainting, I cry, Blest Saviour! come,And speed me to my rest.2My spirit homeward turns,And fain would thither flee;My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,When I remember thee.3To thee, to thee, I press,A dark and toilsome road;When shall I pass the wildernessAnd reach the saints’ abode.4God of my life! be near;On thee my hopes I cast;O guide me through the desert here,And bring me home at last!Hymns, anc. & mod.
S. M.
Far from my heavenly home.
Far from my heavenly home,Far from my Father’s breast,Fainting, I cry, Blest Saviour! come,And speed me to my rest.
Far from my heavenly home,
Far from my Father’s breast,
Fainting, I cry, Blest Saviour! come,
And speed me to my rest.
2My spirit homeward turns,And fain would thither flee;My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,When I remember thee.
2My spirit homeward turns,
And fain would thither flee;
My heart, O Zion! droops and yearns,
When I remember thee.
3To thee, to thee, I press,A dark and toilsome road;When shall I pass the wildernessAnd reach the saints’ abode.
3To thee, to thee, I press,
A dark and toilsome road;
When shall I pass the wilderness
And reach the saints’ abode.
4God of my life! be near;On thee my hopes I cast;O guide me through the desert here,And bring me home at last!
4God of my life! be near;
On thee my hopes I cast;
O guide me through the desert here,
And bring me home at last!
Hymns, anc. & mod.
1069S. M.Go to thy rest, fair child.Go to thy rest, fair child!Go to thy dreamless bed,While yet so gentle, undefiled,With blessings on thy head.2Fresh roses in thy hand,Buds on thy pillow laid,Haste from this dark and fearful land,Where flowers so quickly fade.3Before thy heart had learnedIn waywardness to stray;Before thy feet had ever turnedThe dark and downward way;4Ere sin had seared the breast,Or sorrow woke the tear;Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,In yon celestial sphere!5Because thy smile was fair,Thy lip and eye so bright,Because thy loving cradle careWas such a dear delight;6Shall love, with weak embrace,Thy upward wing detain?No! gentle angel, seek thy placeAmid the cherub train.
S. M.
Go to thy rest, fair child.
Go to thy rest, fair child!Go to thy dreamless bed,While yet so gentle, undefiled,With blessings on thy head.
Go to thy rest, fair child!
Go to thy dreamless bed,
While yet so gentle, undefiled,
With blessings on thy head.
2Fresh roses in thy hand,Buds on thy pillow laid,Haste from this dark and fearful land,Where flowers so quickly fade.
2Fresh roses in thy hand,
Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this dark and fearful land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.
3Before thy heart had learnedIn waywardness to stray;Before thy feet had ever turnedThe dark and downward way;
3Before thy heart had learned
In waywardness to stray;
Before thy feet had ever turned
The dark and downward way;
4Ere sin had seared the breast,Or sorrow woke the tear;Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,In yon celestial sphere!
4Ere sin had seared the breast,
Or sorrow woke the tear;
Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,
In yon celestial sphere!
5Because thy smile was fair,Thy lip and eye so bright,Because thy loving cradle careWas such a dear delight;
5Because thy smile was fair,
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy loving cradle care
Was such a dear delight;
6Shall love, with weak embrace,Thy upward wing detain?No! gentle angel, seek thy placeAmid the cherub train.
6Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy upward wing detain?
No! gentle angel, seek thy place
Amid the cherub train.
1070S. M.At midnight there was a cry made.Matt. 25:6.Servant of God, well done!Rest from thy loved employ;The battle fought, the victory won,Enter thy Master’s joy.2The voice at midnight came;He started up to hear;A mortal arrow pierced his frame,He fell, but felt no fear.3Tranquil amid alarms,It found him on the field,A veteran slumbering on his arms,Beneath his red-cross shield.4At midnight came the cry,“To meet thy God, prepare!”He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;Then, strong in faith and prayer,5His spirit, with a bound,Left its encumbering clay;His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,A darkened ruin lay.6The pains of death are past,Labor and sorrow cease;And life’s long warfare, closed at last,His soul is found in peace.Montgomery.
S. M.
At midnight there was a cry made.Matt. 25:6.
Servant of God, well done!Rest from thy loved employ;The battle fought, the victory won,Enter thy Master’s joy.
Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master’s joy.
2The voice at midnight came;He started up to hear;A mortal arrow pierced his frame,He fell, but felt no fear.
2The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.
3Tranquil amid alarms,It found him on the field,A veteran slumbering on his arms,Beneath his red-cross shield.
3Tranquil amid alarms,
It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield.
4At midnight came the cry,“To meet thy God, prepare!”He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;Then, strong in faith and prayer,
4At midnight came the cry,
“To meet thy God, prepare!”
He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
5His spirit, with a bound,Left its encumbering clay;His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,A darkened ruin lay.
5His spirit, with a bound,
Left its encumbering clay;
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.
6The pains of death are past,Labor and sorrow cease;And life’s long warfare, closed at last,His soul is found in peace.
6The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease;
And life’s long warfare, closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Montgomery.
10717s, double.The valley of the shadow of death.Psalm 23:4.Though I walk the downward shade,Deepening through the vail of death,Yet I will not be afraid,But, with my departing breath,I will glory in my God,In my Saviour I will trust,Strengthened by his staff and rod,While this body falls to dust.2Soon on wings, on wings of love,My transported soul shall rise,Like the home-returning dove,Vanishing through boundless skies:Then, where death shall be no more,Sin nor suffering e’er molest,All my days of mourning o’er,In his presence I shall rest.
7s, double.
The valley of the shadow of death.Psalm 23:4.
Though I walk the downward shade,Deepening through the vail of death,Yet I will not be afraid,But, with my departing breath,I will glory in my God,In my Saviour I will trust,Strengthened by his staff and rod,While this body falls to dust.
Though I walk the downward shade,
Deepening through the vail of death,
Yet I will not be afraid,
But, with my departing breath,
I will glory in my God,
In my Saviour I will trust,
Strengthened by his staff and rod,
While this body falls to dust.
2Soon on wings, on wings of love,My transported soul shall rise,Like the home-returning dove,Vanishing through boundless skies:Then, where death shall be no more,Sin nor suffering e’er molest,All my days of mourning o’er,In his presence I shall rest.
2Soon on wings, on wings of love,
My transported soul shall rise,
Like the home-returning dove,
Vanishing through boundless skies:
Then, where death shall be no more,
Sin nor suffering e’er molest,
All my days of mourning o’er,
In his presence I shall rest.
10727s, double.The spirit shall return to, etc.Eccl. 12:7.Deathless spirit, now arise!Soar, thou native of the skies!Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,To his glorious likeness wrought,Go, to shine before his throne,Deck his mediatorial crown;Go, his triumph to adorn;Made for God, to God return.2Lo! he beckons from on high!Fearless to his presence fly;Thine the merit of his blood,Thine the righteousness of God!Angels, joyful to attend,Hovering round thy pillow bend,Wait, to catch the signal given,And escort thee quick to heaven.3Is thy earthly house distressed,Willing to retain its guest?’Tis not thou, but it, must die—Fly, celestial tenant, fly!Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,Sweetly breathe thyself away,Singing, to thy crown remove,Swift of wing, and fired with love.Toplady.
7s, double.
The spirit shall return to, etc.Eccl. 12:7.
Deathless spirit, now arise!Soar, thou native of the skies!Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,To his glorious likeness wrought,Go, to shine before his throne,Deck his mediatorial crown;Go, his triumph to adorn;Made for God, to God return.
Deathless spirit, now arise!
Soar, thou native of the skies!
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrought,
Go, to shine before his throne,
Deck his mediatorial crown;
Go, his triumph to adorn;
Made for God, to God return.
2Lo! he beckons from on high!Fearless to his presence fly;Thine the merit of his blood,Thine the righteousness of God!Angels, joyful to attend,Hovering round thy pillow bend,Wait, to catch the signal given,And escort thee quick to heaven.
2Lo! he beckons from on high!
Fearless to his presence fly;
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of God!
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow bend,
Wait, to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven.
3Is thy earthly house distressed,Willing to retain its guest?’Tis not thou, but it, must die—Fly, celestial tenant, fly!Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,Sweetly breathe thyself away,Singing, to thy crown remove,Swift of wing, and fired with love.
3Is thy earthly house distressed,
Willing to retain its guest?
’Tis not thou, but it, must die—
Fly, celestial tenant, fly!
Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away,
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing, and fired with love.
Toplady.
1073C. M. D.A soldier of renown.Fallen—on Zion’s battle-field,A soldier of renown,Armed in the panoply of God,In conflict cloven down!His helmet on his armor bright,His cheek unblanched with fear—While round his head there gleamed a light,His dying hour to cheer.2Fallen—while cheering with his voiceThe sacramental host,With banners floating on the air—Death found him at his post;In life’s high prime the warfare closed,But not ingloriously;He fell beyond the outer wall,And shouted, victory![3Fallen—a holy man of God,An Israelite indeed,A standard bearer of the cross,Mighty in word and deed—A master spirit of the age,A bright and burning light,Whose beams across the firmamentScattered the clouds of night.]4Fallen—as sets the sun at eve,To rise in splendor whereHis kindred luminaries shine,Their heaven of bliss to share;Beyond the stormy battle-fieldHe reigns in triumph now,Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,With glory on his brow!J. N. Maffitt.
C. M. D.
A soldier of renown.
Fallen—on Zion’s battle-field,A soldier of renown,Armed in the panoply of God,In conflict cloven down!His helmet on his armor bright,His cheek unblanched with fear—While round his head there gleamed a light,His dying hour to cheer.
Fallen—on Zion’s battle-field,
A soldier of renown,
Armed in the panoply of God,
In conflict cloven down!
His helmet on his armor bright,
His cheek unblanched with fear—
While round his head there gleamed a light,
His dying hour to cheer.
2Fallen—while cheering with his voiceThe sacramental host,With banners floating on the air—Death found him at his post;In life’s high prime the warfare closed,But not ingloriously;He fell beyond the outer wall,And shouted, victory!
2Fallen—while cheering with his voice
The sacramental host,
With banners floating on the air—
Death found him at his post;
In life’s high prime the warfare closed,
But not ingloriously;
He fell beyond the outer wall,
And shouted, victory!
[3Fallen—a holy man of God,An Israelite indeed,A standard bearer of the cross,Mighty in word and deed—A master spirit of the age,A bright and burning light,Whose beams across the firmamentScattered the clouds of night.]
[3Fallen—a holy man of God,
An Israelite indeed,
A standard bearer of the cross,
Mighty in word and deed—
A master spirit of the age,
A bright and burning light,
Whose beams across the firmament
Scattered the clouds of night.]
4Fallen—as sets the sun at eve,To rise in splendor whereHis kindred luminaries shine,Their heaven of bliss to share;Beyond the stormy battle-fieldHe reigns in triumph now,Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,With glory on his brow!
4Fallen—as sets the sun at eve,
To rise in splendor where
His kindred luminaries shine,
Their heaven of bliss to share;
Beyond the stormy battle-field
He reigns in triumph now,
Sweeping a harp of wondrous song,
With glory on his brow!
J. N. Maffitt.
10748s & 7s.Suffer little children to come unto me.Matt. 19:14.They are going—only going—Jesus called them long ago;All the wintery time they’re passing,Softly as the falling snow.When the violets in the spring-timeCatch the azure of the sky,They are carried out to slumberSweetly where the violets lie.2They are going—only going—When with summer earth is dressed,In their cold hands holding rosesFolded to each silent breast;When the autumn hangs red bannersOut above the harvest sheaves,They are going—ever going—Thick and fast, like falling leaves.3All along the mighty ages,All adown the solemn time,They have taken up their homewardMarch to that serener clime,Where the watching, waiting angelsLead them from the shadow dim,To the brightness of his presenceWho has called them unto him.4They are going—only going—Out of pain and into bliss—Out of sad and sinful weaknessInto perfect holiness.Snowy brows—no care shall shade them;Bright eyes—tears shall never dim;Rosy lips—no time shall fade them:Jesus called them unto him.5Little hearts for ever stainless—Little hands as pure as they—Little feet by angels guided,Never a forbidden way!They are going—ever going—Leaving many a lonely spot;But ’tis Jesus who has called them—Suffer and forbid them not.
8s & 7s.
Suffer little children to come unto me.Matt. 19:14.
They are going—only going—Jesus called them long ago;All the wintery time they’re passing,Softly as the falling snow.When the violets in the spring-timeCatch the azure of the sky,They are carried out to slumberSweetly where the violets lie.
They are going—only going—
Jesus called them long ago;
All the wintery time they’re passing,
Softly as the falling snow.
When the violets in the spring-time
Catch the azure of the sky,
They are carried out to slumber
Sweetly where the violets lie.
2They are going—only going—When with summer earth is dressed,In their cold hands holding rosesFolded to each silent breast;When the autumn hangs red bannersOut above the harvest sheaves,They are going—ever going—Thick and fast, like falling leaves.
2They are going—only going—
When with summer earth is dressed,
In their cold hands holding roses
Folded to each silent breast;
When the autumn hangs red banners
Out above the harvest sheaves,
They are going—ever going—
Thick and fast, like falling leaves.
3All along the mighty ages,All adown the solemn time,They have taken up their homewardMarch to that serener clime,Where the watching, waiting angelsLead them from the shadow dim,To the brightness of his presenceWho has called them unto him.
3All along the mighty ages,
All adown the solemn time,
They have taken up their homeward
March to that serener clime,
Where the watching, waiting angels
Lead them from the shadow dim,
To the brightness of his presence
Who has called them unto him.
4They are going—only going—Out of pain and into bliss—Out of sad and sinful weaknessInto perfect holiness.Snowy brows—no care shall shade them;Bright eyes—tears shall never dim;Rosy lips—no time shall fade them:Jesus called them unto him.
4They are going—only going—
Out of pain and into bliss—
Out of sad and sinful weakness
Into perfect holiness.
Snowy brows—no care shall shade them;
Bright eyes—tears shall never dim;
Rosy lips—no time shall fade them:
Jesus called them unto him.
5Little hearts for ever stainless—Little hands as pure as they—Little feet by angels guided,Never a forbidden way!They are going—ever going—Leaving many a lonely spot;But ’tis Jesus who has called them—Suffer and forbid them not.
5Little hearts for ever stainless—
Little hands as pure as they—
Little feet by angels guided,
Never a forbidden way!
They are going—ever going—
Leaving many a lonely spot;
But ’tis Jesus who has called them—
Suffer and forbid them not.
10758s & 7s.Homeward.Dropping down the troubled riverTo the tranquil, tranquil shore,Where the sweet light shineth ever,And the sun goes down no more.2Dropping down the winding riverTo the wide and welcome sea,Where no tempest wrecketh ever,Where the sky is fair and free.3Dropping down the rapid river,To the dear and deathless land,Where the living live for everAt the Father’s own right hand.Bonar.
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Homeward.
Dropping down the troubled riverTo the tranquil, tranquil shore,Where the sweet light shineth ever,And the sun goes down no more.
Dropping down the troubled river
To the tranquil, tranquil shore,
Where the sweet light shineth ever,
And the sun goes down no more.
2Dropping down the winding riverTo the wide and welcome sea,Where no tempest wrecketh ever,Where the sky is fair and free.
2Dropping down the winding river
To the wide and welcome sea,
Where no tempest wrecketh ever,
Where the sky is fair and free.
3Dropping down the rapid river,To the dear and deathless land,Where the living live for everAt the Father’s own right hand.
3Dropping down the rapid river,
To the dear and deathless land,
Where the living live for ever
At the Father’s own right hand.
Bonar.
10768s & 7s.Sister, thou wast mild and lovely.Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,Gentle as the summer breeze,Pleasant as the air of evening,When it floats among the trees.2Peaceful be thy silent slumber—Peaceful in the grave so low:Thou no more wilt join our number;Thou no more our songs shalt know.3Dearest sister, thou hast left us;Here thy loss we deeply feel;But ’tis God that hath bereft us:He can all our sorrows heal.4Yet again we hope to meet thee,When the day of life is fled,Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,Where no farewell tear is shed.S. F. Smith.
8s & 7s.
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely.
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,Gentle as the summer breeze,Pleasant as the air of evening,When it floats among the trees.
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.
2Peaceful be thy silent slumber—Peaceful in the grave so low:Thou no more wilt join our number;Thou no more our songs shalt know.
2Peaceful be thy silent slumber—
Peaceful in the grave so low:
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.
3Dearest sister, thou hast left us;Here thy loss we deeply feel;But ’tis God that hath bereft us:He can all our sorrows heal.
3Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But ’tis God that hath bereft us:
He can all our sorrows heal.
4Yet again we hope to meet thee,When the day of life is fled,Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,Where no farewell tear is shed.
4Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled,
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.
S. F. Smith.
10778s & 7s.Blessed are the dead, etc.Rev. 14:13.Happy soul! thy days are ended,All thy mourning days below;Go, by angel guards attended,To the sight of Jesus go!Waiting to receive thy spirit,Lo! the Saviour stands above;Shows the purchase of his merit,Reaches out the crown of love.2Struggling through thy latest passionTo thy dear Redeemer’s breast,To his uttermost salvation,To his everlasting rest;For the joy he sets before thee,Bear thy transitory pain;Die, to live a life of glory;Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.C. Wesley.
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Blessed are the dead, etc.Rev. 14:13.
Happy soul! thy days are ended,All thy mourning days below;Go, by angel guards attended,To the sight of Jesus go!Waiting to receive thy spirit,Lo! the Saviour stands above;Shows the purchase of his merit,Reaches out the crown of love.
Happy soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus go!
Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
2Struggling through thy latest passionTo thy dear Redeemer’s breast,To his uttermost salvation,To his everlasting rest;For the joy he sets before thee,Bear thy transitory pain;Die, to live a life of glory;Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
2Struggling through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer’s breast,
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest;
For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear thy transitory pain;
Die, to live a life of glory;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
C. Wesley.
1078P. M.What is your life? It is even a vapor.James 4:14.What is life? ’tis but a vapor,Soon it vanishes away:Life is but a dying taper—O, my soul, why wish to stay!Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!2See that glory, how resplendent!Brighter far than fancy paints;There, in majesty transcendent,Jesus reigns the King of saints,Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!3Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,Sing with rapture of his love;Through the heavens his praise resounding,Filling all the courts above.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!4Go, and share his people’s glory,’Midst the ransomed crowd appear;Thine a joyful, wondrous story,One that angels love to hear.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!Kelly.
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What is your life? It is even a vapor.James 4:14.
What is life? ’tis but a vapor,Soon it vanishes away:Life is but a dying taper—O, my soul, why wish to stay!Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!
What is life? ’tis but a vapor,
Soon it vanishes away:
Life is but a dying taper—
O, my soul, why wish to stay!
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!
2See that glory, how resplendent!Brighter far than fancy paints;There, in majesty transcendent,Jesus reigns the King of saints,Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!
2See that glory, how resplendent!
Brighter far than fancy paints;
There, in majesty transcendent,
Jesus reigns the King of saints,
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!
3Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,Sing with rapture of his love;Through the heavens his praise resounding,Filling all the courts above.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!
3Joyful crowds his throne surrounding,
Sing with rapture of his love;
Through the heavens his praise resounding,
Filling all the courts above.
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!
4Go, and share his people’s glory,’Midst the ransomed crowd appear;Thine a joyful, wondrous story,One that angels love to hear.Why not spread thy wings and flyStraight to yonder world of joy!
4Go, and share his people’s glory,
’Midst the ransomed crowd appear;
Thine a joyful, wondrous story,
One that angels love to hear.
Why not spread thy wings and fly
Straight to yonder world of joy!
Kelly.
10798s, 7s & 4s.Death of an aged pilgrim.Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,All the storms of sorrow fled,Death hath found a quiet pillowFor the agéd Christian’s head,Peaceful slumbersGuarding now his lowly bed.2O, may we be reunitedTo the spirits of the just,Leaving all that sin has blightedWith corruption, in the dust;Hear us, Jesus,Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.
8s, 7s & 4s.
Death of an aged pilgrim.
Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,All the storms of sorrow fled,Death hath found a quiet pillowFor the agéd Christian’s head,Peaceful slumbersGuarding now his lowly bed.
Tossed no more on life’s rough billow,
All the storms of sorrow fled,
Death hath found a quiet pillow
For the agéd Christian’s head,
Peaceful slumbers
Guarding now his lowly bed.
2O, may we be reunitedTo the spirits of the just,Leaving all that sin has blightedWith corruption, in the dust;Hear us, Jesus,Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.
2O, may we be reunited
To the spirits of the just,
Leaving all that sin has blighted
With corruption, in the dust;
Hear us, Jesus,
Thou our Lord, our Life, our Trust.
10807s & 4s.Prayer for support in death.When the vale of death appears,Faint and cold this mortal clay,Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,Light me through the gloomy way;Break the shadows,Usher in eternal day.2Upward from this dying stateBid my waiting soul aspire;Open thou the crystal gate;To thy praise attune my lyre:Then, triumphant,I will join the immortal choir.Mrs. Gilbert.
7s & 4s.
Prayer for support in death.
When the vale of death appears,Faint and cold this mortal clay,Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,Light me through the gloomy way;Break the shadows,Usher in eternal day.
When the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Blest Redeemer, soothe my fears,
Light me through the gloomy way;
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
2Upward from this dying stateBid my waiting soul aspire;Open thou the crystal gate;To thy praise attune my lyre:Then, triumphant,I will join the immortal choir.
2Upward from this dying state
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate;
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Then, triumphant,
I will join the immortal choir.
Mrs. Gilbert.
10817s & 6s.Time is winging us away.Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb;Youth and vigor soon will flee;Blooming beauty lose its charms;All that’s mortal soon shall beInclosed in death’s cold arms.2Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb!But the Christian shall enjoyHealth and beauty soon above,Far beyond the world’s alloy,Secure in Jesus’ love.Burton.
7s & 6s.
Time is winging us away.
Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb;Youth and vigor soon will flee;Blooming beauty lose its charms;All that’s mortal soon shall beInclosed in death’s cold arms.
Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day—
A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee;
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that’s mortal soon shall be
Inclosed in death’s cold arms.
2Time is winging us awayTo our eternal home;Life is but a winter’s day—A journey to the tomb!But the Christian shall enjoyHealth and beauty soon above,Far beyond the world’s alloy,Secure in Jesus’ love.
2Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter’s day—
A journey to the tomb!
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above,
Far beyond the world’s alloy,
Secure in Jesus’ love.
Burton.
108210s.His eye was not dim, etc.Deut. 34:7.Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power;A Christian can not die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.2Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.3Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour layIn death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.4Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.Montgomery.
10s.
His eye was not dim, etc.Deut. 34:7.
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power;A Christian can not die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,
In full activity of zeal and power;
A Christian can not die before his time;
The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.
2Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
2Go to the grave: at noon from labor cease;
Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task is done;
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,
Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
3Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour layIn death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.
3Go to the grave; for thee thy Saviour lay
In death’s embrace, ere he arose on high;
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.
4Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.
4Go to the grave—no; take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,
And open vision for the written word.
Montgomery.
10838s & 9s.Death of a missionary.Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky,Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high.2Weep not for the spirit now crownedWith the garland to martyrdom given,O weep not for him; he has foundHis reward and his refuge in heaven.3But weep for their sorrows, who standAnd lament o’er the dead by his grave—Who sigh when they muse on the landOf their home, far away o’er the wave.4And weep for the nations that dwellWhere the light of the truth never shone,Where anthems of praise never swell,And the love of the Lamb is unknown.5Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky;Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high:6But weep for the mourners who standBy the grave of their brother, in tears,And weep for the people whose landStill must wait till the day-spring appears.Bacon.
8s & 9s.
Death of a missionary.
Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky,Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high.
Weep not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky,
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshiping chorus on high.
2Weep not for the spirit now crownedWith the garland to martyrdom given,O weep not for him; he has foundHis reward and his refuge in heaven.
2Weep not for the spirit now crowned
With the garland to martyrdom given,
O weep not for him; he has found
His reward and his refuge in heaven.
3But weep for their sorrows, who standAnd lament o’er the dead by his grave—Who sigh when they muse on the landOf their home, far away o’er the wave.
3But weep for their sorrows, who stand
And lament o’er the dead by his grave—
Who sigh when they muse on the land
Of their home, far away o’er the wave.
4And weep for the nations that dwellWhere the light of the truth never shone,Where anthems of praise never swell,And the love of the Lamb is unknown.
4And weep for the nations that dwell
Where the light of the truth never shone,
Where anthems of praise never swell,
And the love of the Lamb is unknown.
5Weep not for the saint that ascendsTo partake of the joys of the sky;Weep not for the seraph that bendsWith the worshiping chorus on high:
5Weep not for the saint that ascends
To partake of the joys of the sky;
Weep not for the seraph that bends
With the worshiping chorus on high:
6But weep for the mourners who standBy the grave of their brother, in tears,And weep for the people whose landStill must wait till the day-spring appears.
6But weep for the mourners who stand
By the grave of their brother, in tears,
And weep for the people whose land
Still must wait till the day-spring appears.
Bacon.
10848s & 3s.All is well.What’s this that steals upon my frame?Is it death?That soon will quench this vital flame?Is it death?If this be death, I soon shall beFrom every pain and sorrow free,I shall my Lord in glory see—All is well!2Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,All is well!My sins are pardoned, I am free;All is well.There’s not a cloud that doth arise,To hide my Saviour from my eyes;I soon shall mount the upper skies—All is well.3Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,All is well;I will rehearse the pleasing story,All is well.Bright angels have from glory come,They’re round my bed, they’re in my room,They wait to waft my spirit home—All is well.4Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,All is well;I soon shall see his face in glory,All is well.Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,I can no longer stay with you—My glittering crown appears in view;All is well.5Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,Saved by grace;I’ve come to join your rapturous song,Saved by grace.All, all is peace and joy divine,All heaven and glory now are mine;O, hallelujah to the Lamb!All is well.
8s & 3s.
All is well.
What’s this that steals upon my frame?Is it death?That soon will quench this vital flame?Is it death?If this be death, I soon shall beFrom every pain and sorrow free,I shall my Lord in glory see—All is well!
What’s this that steals upon my frame?
Is it death?
That soon will quench this vital flame?
Is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From every pain and sorrow free,
I shall my Lord in glory see—
All is well!
2Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,All is well!My sins are pardoned, I am free;All is well.There’s not a cloud that doth arise,To hide my Saviour from my eyes;I soon shall mount the upper skies—All is well.
2Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well!
My sins are pardoned, I am free;
All is well.
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Saviour from my eyes;
I soon shall mount the upper skies—
All is well.
3Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,All is well;I will rehearse the pleasing story,All is well.Bright angels have from glory come,They’re round my bed, they’re in my room,They wait to waft my spirit home—All is well.
3Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory,
All is well;
I will rehearse the pleasing story,
All is well.
Bright angels have from glory come,
They’re round my bed, they’re in my room,
They wait to waft my spirit home—
All is well.
4Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,All is well;I soon shall see his face in glory,All is well.Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,I can no longer stay with you—My glittering crown appears in view;All is well.
4Hark, hark, my Lord and Master calls me,
All is well;
I soon shall see his face in glory,
All is well.
Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you—
My glittering crown appears in view;
All is well.
5Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,Saved by grace;I’ve come to join your rapturous song,Saved by grace.All, all is peace and joy divine,All heaven and glory now are mine;O, hallelujah to the Lamb!All is well.
5Hail, hail, all hail, ye blood-washed throng,
Saved by grace;
I’ve come to join your rapturous song,
Saved by grace.
All, all is peace and joy divine,
All heaven and glory now are mine;
O, hallelujah to the Lamb!
All is well.
1085P. M.Present with the Lord.2 Cor. 5:8.O think that, while you’re weeping here,His hand a golden harp is stringing;And with a voice serene and clear,His ransomed soul, without a tear,His Saviour’s praise is singing!2And think that all his pains are fled,His toils and sorrows closed for ever;While he, whose blood for man was shed,Has placed upon his servant’s headA crown that fadeth never!3For thus, while round your lowly bierSurviving friends are sadly bending,Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,Faith lightest pinions lending.4And thus, when to the silent tomb,Your lifeless dust like his is given,Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,That yet again in faithful bloom,That dust shall smile in heaven!Dr. Huie.
P. M.
Present with the Lord.2 Cor. 5:8.
O think that, while you’re weeping here,His hand a golden harp is stringing;And with a voice serene and clear,His ransomed soul, without a tear,His Saviour’s praise is singing!
O think that, while you’re weeping here,
His hand a golden harp is stringing;
And with a voice serene and clear,
His ransomed soul, without a tear,
His Saviour’s praise is singing!
2And think that all his pains are fled,His toils and sorrows closed for ever;While he, whose blood for man was shed,Has placed upon his servant’s headA crown that fadeth never!
2And think that all his pains are fled,
His toils and sorrows closed for ever;
While he, whose blood for man was shed,
Has placed upon his servant’s head
A crown that fadeth never!
3For thus, while round your lowly bierSurviving friends are sadly bending,Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,Faith lightest pinions lending.
3For thus, while round your lowly bier
Surviving friends are sadly bending,
Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear,
Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere,
Faith lightest pinions lending.
4And thus, when to the silent tomb,Your lifeless dust like his is given,Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,That yet again in faithful bloom,That dust shall smile in heaven!
4And thus, when to the silent tomb,
Your lifeless dust like his is given,
Like faith shall whisper, ’midst the gloom,
That yet again in faithful bloom,
That dust shall smile in heaven!
Dr. Huie.
10868s & 4s.There remaineth a rest.Heb. 4:9.There is a calm for those who weep,A rest for weary pilgrims found;They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,Low in the ground.2The storm that racks the wintery skyNo more disturbs their deep repose,Than summer evening’s latest sigh,That shuts the rose.3Thou traveler in this vale of tears,To realms of everlasting light,Through time’s dark wilderness of years,Pursue thy flight.4Whate’er thy lot—whate’er thou be—Confess thy folly—kiss the rod;And in thy chastening sorrows seeThe hand of God.5Though long of winds and waves the sport,Condemned in wretchedness to roam,Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port,A quiet home.Montgomery.
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There remaineth a rest.Heb. 4:9.
There is a calm for those who weep,A rest for weary pilgrims found;They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,Low in the ground.
There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.
2The storm that racks the wintery skyNo more disturbs their deep repose,Than summer evening’s latest sigh,That shuts the rose.
2The storm that racks the wintery sky
No more disturbs their deep repose,
Than summer evening’s latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.
3Thou traveler in this vale of tears,To realms of everlasting light,Through time’s dark wilderness of years,Pursue thy flight.
3Thou traveler in this vale of tears,
To realms of everlasting light,
Through time’s dark wilderness of years,
Pursue thy flight.
4Whate’er thy lot—whate’er thou be—Confess thy folly—kiss the rod;And in thy chastening sorrows seeThe hand of God.
4Whate’er thy lot—whate’er thou be—
Confess thy folly—kiss the rod;
And in thy chastening sorrows see
The hand of God.
5Though long of winds and waves the sport,Condemned in wretchedness to roam,Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port,A quiet home.
5Though long of winds and waves the sport,
Condemned in wretchedness to roam,
Thou soon shalt reach a sheltering port,
A quiet home.
Montgomery.
10876s & 4s.Forsake me not, etc.Psalm 71:9.Lowly and solemn beThy children’s cry to thee,Father divine;A hymn of suppliant breath,Owning that life and deathAlike are thine.2O Father, in that hour,When earthly help and powerAre all in vain,When spears, and shield, and crown,In faintness are cast down,Do thou sustain.3By him who bowed to takeThe death-cup for our sake,The thorn, the rod—From whom the last dismayWas not to pass away—Aid us, O God.4Trembling beside the grave,We call on thee to save,Father divine:Hear, hear our suppliant breath;Keep us, in life and death,Thine, only thine.Mrs. Hemans.
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Forsake me not, etc.Psalm 71:9.
Lowly and solemn beThy children’s cry to thee,Father divine;A hymn of suppliant breath,Owning that life and deathAlike are thine.
Lowly and solemn be
Thy children’s cry to thee,
Father divine;
A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death
Alike are thine.
2O Father, in that hour,When earthly help and powerAre all in vain,When spears, and shield, and crown,In faintness are cast down,Do thou sustain.
2O Father, in that hour,
When earthly help and power
Are all in vain,
When spears, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down,
Do thou sustain.
3By him who bowed to takeThe death-cup for our sake,The thorn, the rod—From whom the last dismayWas not to pass away—Aid us, O God.
3By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod—
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away—
Aid us, O God.
4Trembling beside the grave,We call on thee to save,Father divine:Hear, hear our suppliant breath;Keep us, in life and death,Thine, only thine.
4Trembling beside the grave,
We call on thee to save,
Father divine:
Hear, hear our suppliant breath;
Keep us, in life and death,
Thine, only thine.
Mrs. Hemans.
10887s & 6s.All the rivers run into the sea.Eccl. 1:7.As flows the rapid river,With channel broad and free,Its waters rippling ever,And hastening to the sea;So life is onward flowing,And days of offered peace,And man is swiftly goingWhere calls of mercy cease.2As moons are ever waning,As hastes the sun away,As stormy winds, complaining,Bring on the wintery day:So fast the night comes o’er us—The darkness of the grave;The death is just before us;God takes the life he gave.3Say, hath thy heart its treasureLaid up in worlds above?And is it all thy pleasureThy God to praise and love?Beware lest death’s dark riverIts billows o’er thee roll,And thou lament for everThe ruin of thy soul.S. F. Smith.
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All the rivers run into the sea.Eccl. 1:7.
As flows the rapid river,With channel broad and free,Its waters rippling ever,And hastening to the sea;So life is onward flowing,And days of offered peace,And man is swiftly goingWhere calls of mercy cease.
As flows the rapid river,
With channel broad and free,
Its waters rippling ever,
And hastening to the sea;
So life is onward flowing,
And days of offered peace,
And man is swiftly going
Where calls of mercy cease.
2As moons are ever waning,As hastes the sun away,As stormy winds, complaining,Bring on the wintery day:So fast the night comes o’er us—The darkness of the grave;The death is just before us;God takes the life he gave.
2As moons are ever waning,
As hastes the sun away,
As stormy winds, complaining,
Bring on the wintery day:
So fast the night comes o’er us—
The darkness of the grave;
The death is just before us;
God takes the life he gave.
3Say, hath thy heart its treasureLaid up in worlds above?And is it all thy pleasureThy God to praise and love?Beware lest death’s dark riverIts billows o’er thee roll,And thou lament for everThe ruin of thy soul.
3Say, hath thy heart its treasure
Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure
Thy God to praise and love?
Beware lest death’s dark river
Its billows o’er thee roll,
And thou lament for ever
The ruin of thy soul.
S. F. Smith.
10898s & 4s.As a dream, when one awaketh.Psalm 73:20.Alas! how poor and little worthAre all those glittering toys of earthThat lure us here!Dreams of a sleep that death must break:Alas! before it bids us wake,They disappear.2Where is the strength that spurned decay,The step that rolled so light and gay,The heart’s blithe tone?The strength is gone, the step is slow,And joy grows weariness and woeWhen age comes on.3Our birth is but a starting-place;Life is the running of the race,And death the goal:There all those glittering toys are brought;That path alone, of all unsought,Is found of all.4O, let the soul its slumbers break,Arouse its senses, and awakeTo see how soonLife, like its glories, glides away,And the stern footsteps of decayCome stealing on.Longfellow (Tr.)
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As a dream, when one awaketh.Psalm 73:20.
Alas! how poor and little worthAre all those glittering toys of earthThat lure us here!Dreams of a sleep that death must break:Alas! before it bids us wake,They disappear.
Alas! how poor and little worth
Are all those glittering toys of earth
That lure us here!
Dreams of a sleep that death must break:
Alas! before it bids us wake,
They disappear.
2Where is the strength that spurned decay,The step that rolled so light and gay,The heart’s blithe tone?The strength is gone, the step is slow,And joy grows weariness and woeWhen age comes on.
2Where is the strength that spurned decay,
The step that rolled so light and gay,
The heart’s blithe tone?
The strength is gone, the step is slow,
And joy grows weariness and woe
When age comes on.
3Our birth is but a starting-place;Life is the running of the race,And death the goal:There all those glittering toys are brought;That path alone, of all unsought,Is found of all.
3Our birth is but a starting-place;
Life is the running of the race,
And death the goal:
There all those glittering toys are brought;
That path alone, of all unsought,
Is found of all.
4O, let the soul its slumbers break,Arouse its senses, and awakeTo see how soonLife, like its glories, glides away,And the stern footsteps of decayCome stealing on.
4O, let the soul its slumbers break,
Arouse its senses, and awake
To see how soon
Life, like its glories, glides away,
And the stern footsteps of decay
Come stealing on.
Longfellow (Tr.)
1090S. H. M.Friend after friend departs.Friend after friend departs;Who hath not lost a friend?There is no union here of hearts,That finds not here an end?Were this frail world our only rest,Living or dying, none were blest.2Beyond the flight of time,Beyond this vale of death,There surely is some blesséd clime,Where life is not a breath,Nor life’s affections transient fire,Whose sparks fly upward to expire,3There is a world above,Where parting is unknown;A whole eternity of love,Formed for the good alone;And faith beholds the dying hereTranslated to that happier sphere.4Thus star by star declines,Till all are passed away,As morning high and higher shinesTo pure and perfect day;Nor sink those stars in empty night;They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.Montgomery.
S. H. M.
Friend after friend departs.
Friend after friend departs;Who hath not lost a friend?There is no union here of hearts,That finds not here an end?Were this frail world our only rest,Living or dying, none were blest.
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts,
That finds not here an end?
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2Beyond the flight of time,Beyond this vale of death,There surely is some blesséd clime,Where life is not a breath,Nor life’s affections transient fire,Whose sparks fly upward to expire,
2Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blesséd clime,
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life’s affections transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire,
3There is a world above,Where parting is unknown;A whole eternity of love,Formed for the good alone;And faith beholds the dying hereTranslated to that happier sphere.
3There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.
4Thus star by star declines,Till all are passed away,As morning high and higher shinesTo pure and perfect day;Nor sink those stars in empty night;They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.
4Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
They hide themselves in heaven’s own light.
Montgomery.
10918s & 4s.Weep not for me.When the spark of life is waning,Weep not for me;When the languid eye is streaming,Weep not for me;When the feeble pulse is ceasing,Start not at its swift decreasing,’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,Weep not for me.2When the pangs of death assail me,Weep not for me;Christ is mine, he can not fail me,Weep not for me;Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,From his love my soul to sever,Jesus is my strength for ever;Weep not for me.Dale.
8s & 4s.
Weep not for me.
When the spark of life is waning,Weep not for me;When the languid eye is streaming,Weep not for me;When the feeble pulse is ceasing,Start not at its swift decreasing,’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,Weep not for me.
When the spark of life is waning,
Weep not for me;
When the languid eye is streaming,
Weep not for me;
When the feeble pulse is ceasing,
Start not at its swift decreasing,
’Tis the fettered soul’s releasing,
Weep not for me.
2When the pangs of death assail me,Weep not for me;Christ is mine, he can not fail me,Weep not for me;Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,From his love my soul to sever,Jesus is my strength for ever;Weep not for me.
2When the pangs of death assail me,
Weep not for me;
Christ is mine, he can not fail me,
Weep not for me;
Yes, though sin and doubt endeavor,
From his love my soul to sever,
Jesus is my strength for ever;
Weep not for me.
Dale.
10927s & 6s.Mortality swallowed up of life.2 Cor. 5:4.No, no, it is not dyingTo go unto our God,This gloomy earth forsaking,Our journey homeward takingAlong the starry road.2No, no, it is not dyingHeaven’s citizen to be,A crown immortal wearing,And rest unbroken sharing,From care and conflict free.3No, no, it is not dyingThe Shepherd’s voice to know;His sheep he ever leadeth,His peaceful flock he feedeth,Where living pastures grow.4No, no, it is not dyingTo wear a heavenly crown,Among God’s people dwelling,The glorious triumph swelling,Of him whose sway we own.5O no, this is not dying,Thou Saviour of mankind;There, streams of love are flowing,No hindrance ever knowing;Here, only drops we find.Malon.
7s & 6s.
Mortality swallowed up of life.2 Cor. 5:4.
No, no, it is not dyingTo go unto our God,This gloomy earth forsaking,Our journey homeward takingAlong the starry road.
No, no, it is not dying
To go unto our God,
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward taking
Along the starry road.
2No, no, it is not dyingHeaven’s citizen to be,A crown immortal wearing,And rest unbroken sharing,From care and conflict free.
2No, no, it is not dying
Heaven’s citizen to be,
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.
3No, no, it is not dyingThe Shepherd’s voice to know;His sheep he ever leadeth,His peaceful flock he feedeth,Where living pastures grow.
3No, no, it is not dying
The Shepherd’s voice to know;
His sheep he ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock he feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.
4No, no, it is not dyingTo wear a heavenly crown,Among God’s people dwelling,The glorious triumph swelling,Of him whose sway we own.
4No, no, it is not dying
To wear a heavenly crown,
Among God’s people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling,
Of him whose sway we own.
5O no, this is not dying,Thou Saviour of mankind;There, streams of love are flowing,No hindrance ever knowing;Here, only drops we find.
5O no, this is not dying,
Thou Saviour of mankind;
There, streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here, only drops we find.
Malon.
109310s, 6s, & 4s.The burial of the dead.Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wingsWe leave our holy dead,To rest in hope! From this world’s sufferingsTheir souls have fled!2O! when our souls are burdened with the weightOf life, and all its woes,Let us remember them, and calmly waitFor our life’s close!
10s, 6s, & 4s.
The burial of the dead.
Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wingsWe leave our holy dead,To rest in hope! From this world’s sufferingsTheir souls have fled!
Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings
We leave our holy dead,
To rest in hope! From this world’s sufferings
Their souls have fled!
2O! when our souls are burdened with the weightOf life, and all its woes,Let us remember them, and calmly waitFor our life’s close!
2O! when our souls are burdened with the weight
Of life, and all its woes,
Let us remember them, and calmly wait
For our life’s close!
10946s & 8s.Go to thy rest in peace.Go to thy rest in peace,And soft be thy repose;Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;From earthly cares, in sweet release,Thine eyelids gently close.2Go to thy peaceful rest;For thee we need not weep,Since thou art now among the blest—No more by sin and sorrow pressed,But hushed in quiet sleep.3Go to thy rest; and whileThy absence we deplore,One thought our sorrow shall beguile;For soon, with a celestial smile,We meet to part no more.
6s & 8s.
Go to thy rest in peace.
Go to thy rest in peace,And soft be thy repose;Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;From earthly cares, in sweet release,Thine eyelids gently close.
Go to thy rest in peace,
And soft be thy repose;
Thy toils are o’er, thy troubles cease;
From earthly cares, in sweet release,
Thine eyelids gently close.
2Go to thy peaceful rest;For thee we need not weep,Since thou art now among the blest—No more by sin and sorrow pressed,But hushed in quiet sleep.
2Go to thy peaceful rest;
For thee we need not weep,
Since thou art now among the blest—
No more by sin and sorrow pressed,
But hushed in quiet sleep.
3Go to thy rest; and whileThy absence we deplore,One thought our sorrow shall beguile;For soon, with a celestial smile,We meet to part no more.
3Go to thy rest; and while
Thy absence we deplore,
One thought our sorrow shall beguile;
For soon, with a celestial smile,
We meet to part no more.
109511s.He died at his post.Away from his home and the friends of his youth,He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost:Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.2The stranger’s eye wept, that, in life’s brightest bloom,One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;For in ardor he led in the van of the host,And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.3He wept not himself that his warfare was done—The battle was fought, and the victory won;But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post.”4He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,That his brethren might know that he died at his post.5Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell,With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell:He has passed o’er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post.6And can we the words of his exit forget?O! no; they are fresh in our memory yet:An example so worthy shall never be lost,We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.W. Hunter.
11s.
He died at his post.
Away from his home and the friends of his youth,He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost:Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.
Away from his home and the friends of his youth,
He hasted, the herald of mercy and truth,
For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost:
Soon, alas! was his fall—but he died at his post.
2The stranger’s eye wept, that, in life’s brightest bloom,One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;For in ardor he led in the van of the host,And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.
2The stranger’s eye wept, that, in life’s brightest bloom,
One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb;
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier—he died at his post.
3He wept not himself that his warfare was done—The battle was fought, and the victory won;But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post.”
3He wept not himself that his warfare was done—
The battle was fought, and the victory won;
But he whispered of those whom his heart clung to most,
“Tell my brethren, for me, that I died at my post.”
4He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,That his brethren might know that he died at his post.
4He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;
He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;
But he asked as a boon, when he gave up the ghost,
That his brethren might know that he died at his post.
5Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell,With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell:He has passed o’er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post.
5Victorious his fall—for he rose as he fell,
With Jesus, his Master, in glory to dwell:
He has passed o’er the stream, and has reached the bright coast,
For he fell like a martyr—he died at his post.
6And can we the words of his exit forget?O! no; they are fresh in our memory yet:An example so worthy shall never be lost,We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.
6And can we the words of his exit forget?
O! no; they are fresh in our memory yet:
An example so worthy shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work—we will die at our post.
W. Hunter.
109612s & 11s.Farewell to a friend departed.Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.2Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Saviour has died.3Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.Heber.
12s & 11s.
Farewell to a friend departed.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb:
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide thro’ the gloom.
2Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Saviour has died.
2Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Saviour has died.
3Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.
3Thou art gone to the grave; and its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long;
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim’s song.
4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.
4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee;
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;
He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee;
And death has no sting, since the Saviour has died.
Heber.
109711s, peculiar.Heavenly prospect.Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.2Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.3High was the anthem those raptures revealing,Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.A. S. Hayden.
11s, peculiar.
Heavenly prospect.
Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.
Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,
The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:
Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,
Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.
2Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.
2Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,
Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;
And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,
And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.
3High was the anthem those raptures revealing,Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.
3High was the anthem those raptures revealing,
Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;
But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,
And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.
A. S. Hayden.
109811s & 12s.Vanity of vanities.Eccl. 12:8.Far, far o’er hill and dale, on the winds stealing,List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing,Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those sounds away,So earthly joys decay, while new their feeling!2Now through the charméd air, on the winds stealing,List to the mourner’s prayer, solemnly bending:Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away,To those which ne’er decay, for life is ending.3So when our mortal ties death shall dissever,Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never,And in eternal day, joining the angels’ lay,To our Creator pay homage for ever.
11s & 12s.
Vanity of vanities.Eccl. 12:8.
Far, far o’er hill and dale, on the winds stealing,List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing,Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those sounds away,So earthly joys decay, while new their feeling!
Far, far o’er hill and dale, on the winds stealing,
List to the tolling bell, mournfully pealing,
Hark, hark, it seems to say, as melt those sounds away,
So earthly joys decay, while new their feeling!
2Now through the charméd air, on the winds stealing,List to the mourner’s prayer, solemnly bending:Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away,To those which ne’er decay, for life is ending.
2Now through the charméd air, on the winds stealing,
List to the mourner’s prayer, solemnly bending:
Hark, hark, it seems to say, turn from those joys away,
To those which ne’er decay, for life is ending.
3So when our mortal ties death shall dissever,Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never,And in eternal day, joining the angels’ lay,To our Creator pay homage for ever.
3So when our mortal ties death shall dissever,
Lord, may we reach the skies where care comes never,
And in eternal day, joining the angels’ lay,
To our Creator pay homage for ever.