3 Join we then with one accord The Mourner Comforted. 1 O, WEEP not for the joys that fade KNOWLES. For hopes that, like the stars decayed, 2 O weep not for the friends that pass 603. As breezes sweep the withered grass For though thy pleasures may depart, C. M. Consolations in Bereavement. WILSON 1 THE air of death breathes through our souls, The dead all round us lie; By day and night the death-bell tolls, 2 The loving ones we loved the best, And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, 3 But not when the death-prayer is said, 4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, We think of thee, and feel in death 5 Dim is the light of vanished years O idle grief! O foolish tears! 604. S. M. CH. PSALMODY. The Peaceful Death of the Righteous. 1 O, FOR the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 3 With us their names shall live 394 605. L. M. 61. SARAH F. ADAMS. "And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre." 1 THE mourners came at break of day With darkened hearts to weep and pray, 2 Then mourn we not beloved dead, To brighter realms of endless day; pray; 606. SUBMISSION AND RELIANCE. C. M. "Trust ye in the Lord." ANONYMOUS. 1 WHEN grief and anguish press me down, I cling, O Father, to thy throne, 2 When clouds of dark temptation rise, To thee for aid I turn my eyes, And fix my trust on thee. 3 When death invades my peaceful home, A closer bond in time to come, 4 Lord,-"Not my will but thine be done!" 607. L. M. DODDRIDGE. Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126. 1 THE darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, And nature pours forth all her tears. 2 But seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown: 3 In secret foldings they contain 4 Then shall the trembling mourner come 608. L. M. 61. "He is able to save unto the uttermost." GRANT. 1 WHEN Vexing thoughts within me rise, 396 609. 2 When, mourning, o'er some stone I bend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 3 And oh, when I have safely past C. M. God, the Refuge of the Afflicted. 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, COTTON. Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save. 2 When darkness and when sorrows rose, The Lord hath still sustained our steps, 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, 4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, He's more to us than all the world, |