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4 To ev'ry soul, the books assign
The joyous or the dread reward;
Sinners in vain lament and pine-

No plea the Judge will here regard.
5 Lord, when these awful leaves unfold,
May life's fair book my soul approve!
There may I read my name enroll'd,
And triumph in redeeming love!

DEATH AND HEAVEN.

HYMN 590.

C. M.

COLLYER.

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Elgin, Windsor, Standish.

1 Sam. xv. 32.

WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life,
My trembling soul shall stand,

Waiting to pass death's awful flood,
Great God, at thy command!

2 When weeping friends surround my bed, And close my sightless eyes;

When shatter'd by the weight of years
This broken body lies:

3 When ev'ry long lov'd scene of life
Stands ready to depart;

When the last sigh that shakes the frame
Shall rend this bursting heart:

4 O, thou great Source of joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save,
Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave!

5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head;
And, with a ray of love divine,
Illume my dying bed!

6 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast,
May I resign my breath!

And, in thy fond embraces, lose
"The bitterness of death!"

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1 AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear; Repent!thy end is nigh!

Death, at the farthest, can't be far-
Oh, think before thou die !

Reflect-thou hast a soul to save :
Thy sins-how high they mount!
What are thy hopes beyond the grave?
How stands that dread account?

3 Death enters-and there's no defence-
His time, there's none can tell :
He'll in a moment call thee hence,"
To heaven-or to hell!

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume:
But, ah! destruction stops not there—
Sin kills beyond the tomb.

5 To-day, the gospel calls;-to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you:
Let ev'ry one forsake his way,
And mercy will ensue.

HYMN 592. L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Surry, Darwent, Putney.

The living know, &c. Eccl. ix. 5.

HERE are the dead?--In heav'n or hell

W Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay,
Reserv'd until the judgment day.

2 Who are the dead?-The sons of time
In ev'ry age, and state, and clime;
Renown'd, dishonor'd or forgot,

The place that knew them knows them.

not.

3 Where are the living ?-On the ground
Where pray'r is heard and mercy found;
Where, in the compass of a span,
The mortal makes th' immortal man.

4 Who are the living?- They whose breath Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death;

Of endless bliss or wo the heirs:
Oh, what an awful lot is theirs!

5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin
To follow Christ and flee from sin;
Daily grow up in him our head,
Lord of the living and the dead.

HYMN 593.

S. M.

MONTGOMERY.

Shirland, Berkley.

OH, where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul !

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; "Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasur'd by the flight of yearsAnd all that life is love.

4 There is a death whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath: Oh! what eternal horrors hang Around the second death.

5 Lord, God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun :-
Lest we be driven from thy face,
And evermore undone.

6. Here would we end our quest-
Alone are found in thee

The life of perfect love-the rest
Of immortality.

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HYMN 594. C. M.

Springfield, Rochester, Bray.

STEELE.

Victory over death. 1 Cor. xv. 57.

DEAR thy victo

EAR Saviour, thy victorious love

Can bid the pangs of guilt remove,
And cheer the trembling soul.

2 Victorious love! thy wond'rous pow'r
From sin and death can raise ;
Can gild the dark, departing hour,
And tune its groans to praise.

3 Then shall the joyful spirit soar
To life beyond the sky,

Where gloomy death can frown no more,
And guilt and terror die.

4 No more, O pale Destroyer, boast
Thy universal sway:

To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lost-
Thy night, the gate of day.

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HYMN 595. C. M.

Springfield, Keene.

Celestial prospects.

WEET glories rush upon my sight,

And charm my wond'ring eyes;

The regions of immortal light,

The beauties of the skies!

2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores, Ye lands of endless day;

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