o 5 Oh let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arın can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

-6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.

HYMN 228. C. M. Zion. [*]

Steele.

Death of pious Friends. 1 Thess. iv, 13, 14.
AKE comfort, christians, when your

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Tin Jesus fall asleep;

Their better being never ends;
Then why dejected weep?
2 Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given?
Death is the messenger of peace,
And calls the soul to heaven.
3 As Jesus died, and rose again,
Victorious from the dead;

o So his disciples rise and reign,
With their triumphant head.

[friends

e 4 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend;

g And the last trumpet's awful voice

The heavens and earth shall rend.

-5 Then they who live shall changed be,
And they who sleep shall wake;

The graves shall yield their ancient charge,
And earth's foundation shake.

o 6 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
-The heavenly hosts, with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

7 A few short years of evil past,
We reach the happy shore;

o Where death-divided friends, at last, Shall meet to part no more.

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Scotch Par

IJYMN 229. C. M. St. Paul's. [b*]
The Christian's Farewell.

YE

E golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light;
Farewell, thou ever-changing meon,
Pale empress of the night.

2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames array'd;

My soul that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode ;

The pavement of those heavenly courts,
Where I shall see my God.

4 The Father of eternal light

Shal there his beams display;

Nor shall one moment's darkness mix
With that unvaried day.

5 No more the drops of piercing grief
Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline,
Amidst those brighter skies.

g 6 There all the millions of his saints
Shall in one song unite

;

And each the bliss of all shall view,
With infinite delight.

Doddridge

HYMN 230. 8's. Consolation. [*]

Death, Gain to a Believer.

1 [OW blest is our friend--now bereft

How easy his soul-that has left
This wearisome body behind?
Of evil incapable thou,
Whose relics with envy I see;
No longer in misery now-
No longer a sinner like me.

2 This earth is affected no more
With sickness, or shaken with pain;
The war with the members is o'er,
And never shall vex him again.
No anger, henceforward, nor shame,
Shall redden his innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.
3 This languisl.ing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immoveable breast,
Is heav'd by affliction no more.

This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat-
It never shall flutter again.

4 The lids he so seldom could close,
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Seal'd up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep.
The fountains can yield no supplies;
These hollows from water are free;
The tears are all wip'd from these eyes,
And evil they never shall see.

5 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While bound in a prison I breathe,
And still for deliverance pine,
And press to the issues of death.
What now with my tears I bedew,
Oh, shall I not ere long become!
My spirit created anew-
My body consign'd to the tomb!

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Whitefield.

HYMN 231. L. M. Sicilian. [b*]
A Funeral Hymn.

UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,

Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relics room,
To seek a slumber in the dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch the soft repose.
e 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son
Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed,
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
• 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn;
Attend, O earth! his sovereign word;
Restore thy trust-a glorious form-
Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord.

Watts

HYMN 232. C. M. Sunday. [*]
The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv, 52-58.
'W This rending earth shall shake-
WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice

When op'ning graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake ;

o 2 Those bodies, that corrupted fell,
Shall incorrupted rise;

And mortal forms shall spring to life,
Immortal in the skies.

-3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung,
Is now at last fulfill'd-

. That death should yield his ancient reign And, vanquish'd, quit the field.

o 4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice, And thus begin to sing;

d 'O grave! where is thy triumph now? And where, O Death! thy sting?

5Thy sting was sin, and conscious guilt;
'Twas this that arm'd thy dart;

The law gave sin its strength, and force,
To pierce the sinner's heart.

6 But God, whose name be ever blest!
Disarms that foe we dread;

And makes us conqu'rors, when we die,
Through Christ, our living head.'

-7 (Then steadfast let us stili remain,
Though dangers rise around;
And in the work prescrib'd by God,
Yet more and more abound!-

o 8 Assur'd, that though we labour now,
We labour not in vain;

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But, through the grace of heaven's great Lord,

Th' eternai crown shall gain.)

Scotch Par

HYMN 233. C. M. Arundel. [*]

WH

The last Tempest.

WHEN wild confusion wrecks the air,
And tempests rend the skies;
Whilst blended ruin, clouds, and fire,
In harsh disorder rise ;-

o 2 Safe in my Saviour's love I'll stand,
And strike a tuneful song;

d My harp all trembling in any hand, And all inspir'd my tongue.

d 3 I'll shout aloud, 'Ye thunders, roll, And shake the sullen sky;

"Your sounding voice, from pole to pole,
'In angry murnrurs try.

4 Let the earth totter on her base,
And clouds the heavens deform;
'Blow, all ye winds, from every place,
And rush the final storm!'

5 Come quickly, blessed Hope, appear-
Bid thy swift chariot fly;

Let angels tell thy coming near,
And snatch me to the sky.

o 6 Around thy wheels, in the glad throng,
I'd bear a joyful part;

g Ali hallelujah on my tongue

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All rapture in my heart.

Byles.

HYMN 234. 8, 7, & 4. Littleton. [*]
Christ coming to Judgment.

1L With his chosen tribes to reign;

O, he comes-the King of glory!

Countless hosts of saints and angels
Swek the mighty conqu❜ror's train
Now in triumph,

Sin and death are captive led.

;

g 2 See the rocks and mountains rendingAll the nations fill'd with dread!

e Hark! the trump of God-proclaiming Through the mansions of the deadCome to judgmert

d

'Stand before the Son of Man! -3 Now behold the dead awaking; Great and small before him stand; Not one soul forgot, or missing; None his orders countermand: All stand waiting

For their last, decisive doom! -4 Hear the Chief among ten thousand Thus address his faithful few;

d 'Come, ye blessed of my Father, "Heaven is prepared for you;

'I was hungry-I was thirsty-I was naked 'And ye minister'd to me.'