Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love.
3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There once the flesh of Jesus 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, But with their dying Head?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high, And show'd our feet the way: Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
"At the great rising day.
6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.
Canada-p. 75.] HYMN 566. L. M. HRINKING from the cold hand of death, I soon shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die,-my father's God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see:Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death remember me! 3 O that without a ling'ring groan, I may the welcome word receive! My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live! 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade, And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm, and undismay'd, I shall into thy hands resign.
5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, Shall damp whom Jesus' presence cheers: My Light, my Life, my God is come, And glory in his face appears'
Angel's Hymn-p. 84.] HYMN 567. L. M, ASS a few swiftly fleeting years, PASS at that now in bodies live, Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare, In that eternal house above:
And, O my God, shall I Le there?
Nazareth-p. 82.] HYMN 568. L. M.
HE morning flowers display their sweets And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats, As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast, Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,
The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours shine, And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine, Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline,
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour, If heaven must recompense our pains: Perish the grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains.
Slateford-p. 199.] HYMN 569. 2 6s & 4 GAIN we lift our voice,
And shout our solemn joy! Cause of highest raptures this, Raptures that shall never fail! Sce a soul escap'd to bliss, Keep the Christian festival!
2 Our friend is gone
before To that celestial shore; He hath left his mates behind, He hath all the storms outrode; Found the rest we toil to find, Landed in the arms of God.
3 And shall we mourn to see Our fellow prisoner free?
Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, In the haven of the skies: Can we weep to see the tears Wip'd for ever from his eyes? 4 No, dear companion, no! We gladly let thee go,
From a suffering church beneath,
To a reigning church above: Thou hast more than conquer'd death; Thou art crown'd with life and love.
5 Thou, in thy youthful prime, Hast leap'd the bounds of time: Suddenly from earth releas'd, Lo! we now rejoice for thee; Taken to an early rest, Caught into eternity.
6 Thither may we repair, That glorious bliss to share! We shall see the welcome day, We shall to the summons bow:. Come, Redeemer, come away:
Now prepare, and take us now!
St. Ann's-p. 9.] HYMN 570. C. M.
AIN man, the fond pursuits forbear; Repent, thy end is nigh:
Death at the farthest can't be far: O! think before thou die.
2 Refiect; thou hast a soul to save; Thy sins, how high they mount! What are thy hopes beyond the grave? How stands that dark 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 down to hell.
4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy greatest care, Shall crawling worms consume: But ah! destruction stops not there; Sin kills beyond the tomb.
ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD.
Paradise-p. 40.] HYMN 571. C. M. HY life I read, my gracious Lord, With transport all divine;
Thine image trace in every word, Thy love in every line.
2 Methinks I see a thousand charms Spread c'er thy lovely face, While infants in thy tender arms Receive the smiling grace.
3 "I take these little lambs," said he, "And lay them in my breast; Protection they shall find in me, In me be ever blest.
4 "Death may the bands of life unloose, But can't dissolve my love: Millions of infant souls compose
5 "Their feeble frames my power shall rais, And mould with heavenly skill;
I'll give them tongues to sing my praise, And hands to do my will."
6 His words the happy parents hear, And shout with joys divine; O Saviour, all we have and are Shall be for ever thine.
Aylesbury-p. 91.] HYMN 572. S. M. NHOU Judge of quick and dead, Before whose bar severe,
With holy joy, or guilty dread, We all shall soon appear; Our caution'd souls prepare For that tremendous day, And fill us now with watchful care, And stir us up to pray:
2 To pray and wait the hour, That awful hour unknown,
When rob'd in majesty and power,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
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