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2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
3 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet
4 Asleep in Jesus! oh! for me
May such a blissful slumber be!
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
1 IN VAIN our fancy strives to paint
The moment after death,
When yielding up their breath.
2 One gentle sigh their fetters breaks;
We scarce can say: They're gone
Her mansion near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,
To trace her in her flight;
Which hides that world of light.
4 Thus much-and this is all-we know,
They are completely blest;
And with their Saviour rest.
5 On harps of gold they praise his Name,
His face they always view;
That we may praise Him too.
Tumultuous passions all be still;
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
Judgment and truth support his throne.
He executes his firm decrees;
That what He does is ever best.
Prostrate before his awful seat;
Ps. xc, 12. Matt. xxiv, 42-44.
By death's resistless hand,
Affection must demand.
2 While sorrow prompts the rising sigh,
With awful power impress'd,
Sink deep in every breast.
Behold the opening tomb!
To-morrow death may come.
May every heart obey;
Which calls to watch and pray. 5 Oh! let us fly, to Jesus fly,
Whose arm alone can save;
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;