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3 The victory now is obtain'd;

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She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd— She's now where she longed to be. Then let us forbear to complain, That she has now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her again, With new and redoubled delight.

HYMN 571. c. M. NEWTON.

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Mear, Barby.

IN vain my fancy strives to paint

The moment after death;

The glories that surround a saint,
When yielding up his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can say, "He's gone!"
Before the willing spirit takes

Its mansions near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace the spirit's flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil
Which hides the world of light.

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know,
Saints are completely blest;

Have done with sin, and care, and wo,
And with their Saviour rest.

5 On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view,

Then let us foll'wers be of them,
That we may praise him too.

HYMN 572. S. M.

1 HOW

St. Thomas, Dover.

NEWTON.

Balaam's wish. Num. xxiii. 10. OW blest the righteous are, When they resign their breath! No wonder Balaam wish'd to share, In such a happy death.

2 "Oh! let me die," said he, "The death the righteous do; When life is ended, let me be

Found with the faithful few."

3 The force of truth, how great,
When enemies confess!
None but the righteous whom they hate,
A solid hope possess.

4 But Balaam's wish was vain-
His heart was insincere ;
He thirsted for unrighteous gain,
And sought a portion here.

5 May we, O Lord most high,
Warning from hence receive;

If like the righteous we would die,
To choose the life they live.

HYMN 573.

C. M.

STEELE.

Standish, Funeral H.

Death of a young person.

W By death's resistless hand,

HEN blooming youth is snatch'd away

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Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh, may this truth, imprest
With awful pow'r-"I too must die "-
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 The voice of this alarming scene
May ev'ry heart obey;
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain,
Which calls to watch, and pray.

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

HYMN 574. C. M.

grave.

Martyrs, Buckingham.

STEELE

On the death of a child.

HE once lov'd form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs: And nature weeps her comforts fled, And wither'd all her joys.

2 But wait the interposing gloom,
And lo! stern winter flies;

And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore,

Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

4 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears; Religion points on high;

There everlasting spring appears,
And joys which cannot die.

HYMN 575. L.M.

OF

Putney, Darwent, Surry.

NEWTON.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?
2 "Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,
And plung'd into a world unknown.
3 "Then, leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state."

4 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give-
Subdue my sins and let me live.

5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

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TIME AND ETERNITY.

HYMN 576.

C. M.

HOSKINS.

THE

Elgin, Wantage, Martyrs.

1 Cor. vii. 29.

HE time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove

To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.

2 The time is short! sinners beware,
Nor trifle time away;
The word of great salvation hear,
While it is call'd to-day.

3 The time is short! ye rebels, now
To Christ the Lord submit ;
To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus' feet.

4 The time is short! ye saints rejoice-
The Lord will quickly come :

Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,

To call you to your home.

5 The time is short! it swiftly fliesThe hour is just at hand,

When we shall mount above the skies, And reach the wish'd-for land.

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