L. P. M. 641. WATTS. Life, Death, and Resurrection. 1 ETERNAL God! how frail is man! 2 But let no murmuring heart complain, Jesus hath made thy purpose known, L. M. 642. MRS. MACKAY. Sleeping in Jesus. 1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! 2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, 3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee. L.M. 643. Blessedness of the Pious Dead. NORTON. 1 O STAY thy tears; for they are blest, 2 How blest are they whose transient years 3 O cheerless were our lengthened way; 4 O stay thy tears; the blest above 456 C. M. 644. WATTS. Man frail, and God eternal. Ps. 90. 1 BEFORE the hills in order stood, 2 A thousand ages, in thy sight, 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 4 Like flowery fields the nations stand, Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, C. M. 645. WATTS. Our Bodies frail, and God our Preserver. LET others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear; But we 'll confess, O Lord, to thee, 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings 4 But 't is our God supports our frame, 5 While we have breath, or use our tongues, His spirit moves our heaving lungs, 11s. M. 646. EPISCOPAL COL [ I would not live alway. I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way: I would not live alway: no,- welcome the tomb Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul. C. M. 647. The Christian's Death. PEABODY. 1 BEHOLD the beauteous western light; 2 The winds breathe low, the withering leaf 3 How beautiful on all the hills 'T is like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed. 4 How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! 'Tis like the memory, left behind, When loved ones breathe their last. 5 And now, above the dews of night, So faith springs in the heart of those 6 But soon the morning's happier light And eyelids that are sealed in death |