2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!

Whose waking is supremely blest;
No tear nor cloud shall dim the hour,
That manifests a Saviour's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet;

With humble confidence to sing,
That death hath lost its venom'd sting!


4 Asleep in Jesus! oh! for me

May such a blissful slumber be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.


P. M. Comfort when Christian friends depart.

1 Cor. xv, 19-22, 55-57. I Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not

deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass

the tomb; Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portals

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 side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to

enfold thee, And sinners may hope, for the Sinless has


3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion

forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd

long; But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd 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 thee; And death has no sting, for the Saviour

has died.


C. M.
The soul's rapturous entrance into glory.
Luke xxiii, 43. 1 Cor. ii, 9. Rev. xiv, 13.

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1 IN VAIN our fancy strives to paint

The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saints

When yielding up their breath.

2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks;

We scarce can say: They're gone
Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne.

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,

To trace her in her flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil,

Which hides that world of light.

4 Thus much-and this is all-we know,

They are completely blest;
Have done with care, and sin, and woo,

And with their Saviour rest.

5 On harps of gold they praise his Name,

His face they always view;
Then let us follow'rs be of them,

That we may praise Him too.


L. M.
I Sam. 111, 18. Job i, 20, 21 ; xili, 15.
1 WAIT, O my soul! thy Maker's will;

Tumultuous passions all be still;
Nor let a murm'ring thought arise;

His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,

Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But, though his counsels are unknown,

Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas,

He executes his firm decrees;
And, by his saints it stands confess'd,

That what He does is ever best.
4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,

Prostrate before his awful seat;
Beneath the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

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C. M.
A warning from the tomb.

Ps. xc, 12. Matt. xxiv, 42-44.
1 WHEN youth or age is snatch'd away

By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tributo pay,

Affection must demand.

2 While sorrow prompts the rising sigh,

With awful power impress'd,
May this dread truth–I too must die-

Sink deep in every breast.
3 Let this vain world allure no more;

Behold the opening tomb!
It bids us use the present hour:

To-morrow death may come.
4 The voice of this awak’ning scene

May every heart obey;
Nor be the faithful warning vain,

Which calls to watch and pray. 5 Oh! let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose arm alone can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,

And triumph o'er the grave.


6-8's. Christ our hope in death. Job xix, 25-27. Acts vii, 55-60. 1 Cor. xv, 35. 1 LET reason vainly boast her pow'r

To teach her children how to die;
The sinner in his closing hour
Needs more than reason can supply:
A view of Christ, the sinner's Friend,
Alone can cheer him in his end.

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