Her wishes she fully has gain'd- That she has now gone from our sight; 1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. HYMN. C. M. 145 Death and Burial of Christians. 2 Are we not tending upward too, Why should we wish the hours more slow, Which keeps us from our God? 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? 'Twas there the Saviour's body lay, And left a long perfume. 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, And soften'd every bed: Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Awake, ye nations under ground! 146 HYMN. L. M. The peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 SWEET is the scene when Christians die, When holy souls retire to rest: How mildly beams the closing eye! How gently heaves th' expiring breast! 2 So 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. 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, Fann'd by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now, And where, O death, where is thy sting! IO FOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 2 Their bodies, in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 3 Their ransomed spirits soar On wings of faith and love, Embalmed with all our hearts can give, 5 O for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 148 TIME AND ETERNITY. HYMN. C. M. Time short and misspent. 1 HOW short and hasty is our life! 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Just like a story, or a song, 3 God from on high invites us home, And, ever hastening to the tomb, 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, What chains of vengeance should we feel, 5 Draw us, O God, with sov'reign grace, That we may end this mortal race, 1 THE time is short!-sinners, beware, Nor trifle time away: The word of great salvation hear, 2 The time is short!--O sinners, now, To mercy's golden sceptre bow, 3 The time is short!-ye saints, rejoiceThe Lord will quickly come: Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice, 4 The time is short?-it swiftly flies- When we shall mount above the skies, 5 The time is short!-the moment near, When we shall dwell above; And be forever happy there, HYMN. C. M. 150 Time the Period to prepare for Eternity. 1 THEE we adore, Eternal Name! 2 The year rolls round, and steals away 3 Great God! on what a slender thread 4 Eternal joy-or endless wo Attends on every breath! 5 Awake, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn, ? Life is the hour that God has given 3 Then, what my thoughts design to do, 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 2 The present moment flies, 3 Since on this fleeting hour Awake, by thine almighty pow'r, 4 One thing demands our care; 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young, golden beams should die 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God, With rays of mercy shine: |