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DEATH AND RESURRECTION,
To lay this body down?
Into a world unknown ?-
Unpierced by human thought;
Where all things are forgot !
What will become of me?
Must then my portion be:
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the flaming skies!
With triumph or regret?
A curse or blessing, meet?
Their brother to the bar ?
To meet its sentence there? 4 Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast ?
Or number'd with the blest?
Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, Or else—depart to hell !
My ears, attend the cry :-
Where you must shortly lie.
In spite of all your towers ;
Shall lie as low as ours.
And are we still secure ?
And yet prepared no more ?
To fit our souls to fly;
We'll rise above the sky.
L. M. Christ's presence makes death easy. THY should we start, and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate to endless joy,
And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away; And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay. 30 would my Lord his servant meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in hasłe, Fly fearless through death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on bis breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Death of children. NHY life I read, my gracious Lord,
With transport all divine; Thine image trace in every word,
Thy love in every line. 2 Methinks I see a thousand charms
Spread o'er thy lovely face, While infants in thy tender arms
Receive the smiling grace. 3 I take these little lambs, said he,
And lay them in my breast; Protection they shall find in me,
In me be ever blest. 4 Death may the bands of life unloose,
But can't dissolve my love; Millions of infant souls compose
The family above. 5 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout, with joys divine, O Saviour, all we have and are
Shall be forever thine. 1072
4th P. M. 886, 886. The momentous question. ND am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply With nature's stern decree? What after death for me remains ? Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity. 2 How then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay?
Against that fatal day.
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
If life so soon is gone;
The' inexorable throne !
4 No matter which my thoughts employ,
But, O! when both shall end,
With fiends or angels spend ?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
That never, never dies !
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray ;
To glorious happiness.
Let me depart in peace.
10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. The grave disarmed of its terrors. AN dieth and wasteth away,
And where is he?-Hark! from the skies, I hear a voice answer and say,
The spirit of man never dies !
Must mingle again with the sod;
Returns to the bosom of God.
2 No terror has death, or the grave,
To those who believe in the Lord Who know the Redeemer can save,
And lean on the faith of his word: While ashes to ashes, and dust
We give unto dust, in our gloom, The light of salvation we trust,
Which hangs like a lamp in the tomb. 3 O Lord God Almighty! to thee
We turn, as our solace above; The waters may fail from the sea,
But never thy fountains of love: O teach us thy will to obey,
And sing, with one heart and accord, He gave, and he taketh away,
And praised be the name of the Lord.
To cheer my dying hours,--
And all his frightful powers. 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing,-Where is thy boasted vict'ry, Grave?
And where, O Death, thy sting ? 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure;
Death has no sting beside :
But Christ, my ransom, died. 4 Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conqu’rors, while we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.