I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

7 There 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!

8 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

Holstein-p. 171.] HYMN 549. 8 lines 8s.
TILL out of the deepest abyss
Of trouble, I mournfully cry:

And pine to recover my peace,
And see my Redeemer and die.
I cannot, I cannot forbear,

These passionate longings for home;
O! when shall my spirit be there;
O! when will the messenger come.
2 Thy nature I long to put on,
Thine image on earth to regain;
And then in the grave to lay down
This burden of body and pain.
O Jesus, in pity draw near,
And lull me to sleep on thy breast,
Appear, to my rescue appcar,
And gather me into thy rest!
3 To take a poor fugitive in,

The arms of thy mercy display,
And give me to rest from all sin,
And bear me triumphant away;

Away from a world of distress,
Away to the mansions above;
The heaven of seeing thy face-
The heaven of feeling thy love.

FUNERAL HYMNS.

Abridge-p. 42.]

HYMN 550. C. M.

HEE we adore, Eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase:
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
The' eternal states of all the dead

Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy, or endless wo,
Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

Egypt-p. 87.] HYMN 551. S. M.

FIRST PART.

AND am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!

2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness, or wo,
Must then my portion be:
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

3 How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful, or a joyful doom,
A curse, or blessing meet?
Wiil angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away,
To meet its sentence there?

4 Who can resolve the doubt,
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?

I must from God be driven,
Or with my Saviour dwell;
Must come at his command to heaven,
Or eise-depart to hell.

SECOND PART.

O THOU that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die;

Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!

Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe;
That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear.

2 Thou art thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;

So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will:

So shall I love my God,

Because he first lov'd me;

And praise thee in thy bright abode,
To all eternity.

Kennebeck-p. 138.] HYMN 552. 48s & 268,

A and must I suddenly comply

ND am I only born to die?

With nature's stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity!

2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay:
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against that fatal day!

3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone;

If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankird must stand before
The' inexorable throne!

4 No matter which my thoughts employ; A moment's misery or joy;

But, O! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days,

With fiends or angels spend?

5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies!

How make mine own election sure
And when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies.

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way
To glorious happiness!

Ah! write the pardon on my heart!
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace!

Axbridge-p. 17.] HYMN 553. C. M,

GOD, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:

2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,