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3 Shall see Him wear that very
As though but newly slain.
The trumpet's quickening sound; And, by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At His right hand be found.
Weak as it is below,
In Jesu's presence know! 202
LL, all is vanity below;
An airy dream, an empty show : What sinners value, I resign :
Lord, 'tis enough that I am Thine. 2 All, all is vanity below!
But the bright world to which I go
When shall I wake, and find Thee there? 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! I shall be near and like
The sacred passions of the soul.
Till the last trumpet's solemn sound;
203 THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not
deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the
tomb: Thy Saviour has passed through its portal before
thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through
the gloom! 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold
thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold
thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died ! 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion
forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear lingered long; But the mild rays of Paradise beamed on thy
waking, And the sound which thou heard'st was the
Seraphim's song! 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not
deplore thee, Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian and
guide: He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore
And death has no sting, for the Saviour has
The clenched teeth, the glazed eye,
O grave, are these thy victory?
2 The mourners by our parting bed,
The wife, the children weeping nigh, The dismal pageant of the dead,
These, these are not thy victory!
3 But from the much-loved world to part,
Our lust untamed, our spirit high,
Which, dying, feels it dare not die !
4 To dream through life a gaudy dream
Of pride and pomp and luxury,
Of burning boundless agony;
5 To meet o'er-soon our angry King,
Whose love we passed unheeded by ; Lo this, O death, thy deadliest sting!
O grave, and this thy victory!
6 O Searcher of the secret heart,
Who deigned for sinful man to die !
Nor give to hell the victory!
EATHLESS principle, arise !
Soar, thou native of the skies!
Made for God, to God return. 2 Lo, He beckons from on high :
Fearless to His presence ily-
And escort thee quick to heaven. 3
Shudder not to pass the stream ;
Ever suffered shipwreck there. 206
ET reason vainly boast her power
To teach her children how to die : The sinner in a dying hour
Needs more than reason can supply : A view of Christ, the sinner's Friend, Alone can cheer him in his end.
2 When nature sinks beneath disease,
And every earthly hope is filed ;
And make him love a dying bed ?
He's blest even then, if Thou art near.
Whom Jesus washes in His blood;
And know that He indeed is God!
APPY soul! thy days are ended,
thy mourning days below:
To the sight of Jesus go!
Lo, the Saviour stands above,
Reaches out the crown of love!
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To His everlasting rest!
Bear a momentary pain ;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign!