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C. M.
Death of children.
HY 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 ?
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare

Against that fatal day.

2 Follow'd by their works they go,

Where their Head is gone before; Reconciled by grace below,

Grace hath open'd mercy's door; Justified through faith alone,

Here they knew their sins forgiven; Here they laid their burden down,

Hallow'd, and made meet for heaven.

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7th P. M. 8 lines 7 Continued.--The Saviour's smile. HY should we lament the lot

Of a saint in Christ deceased ? Let the world, who know us not,

Call us hopeless and unblest: When from flesh the spirit, freed,

Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry,-A man is dead!

Angels sing,-A child is born!

2 Born into the world above,

They our happy brother greet; Bear him to the throne of love,

Place him at the Saviour's feet: Jesus smiles, and says,-Well done!

Good and faithful servant thou ! Enter and receive thy crown;

Reign with me triumphant now.

3 Angels catch the approving sound,

Bow, and bless the just award ; Hail the heir with glory crown'd,

Now rejoicing with his Lord, Fuller joys ordain'd to know,

Waiting for the gen’ral doom, When the archangel's trump shall blow -

Rise, ye dead, to judgment come!

JES

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Lord Jesus, receive my spirit. ESUS, was ever love like thine ?

Thy life a scene of wonder is; Thy death itself is all divine,

While, pleased thy spirit to dismiss, Thou dost out of the flesh retire, And like the Prince of life expire. 2 Thy death supports the dying saint;

Thy death my sov'reign comfort be; While feeble flesh and nature faint,

Arm with thy mortal agony; And fill, while soul and body part, With life, immortal life, my heart. 3 O iet thy death's mysterious power,

With all its sacred weight, descend, To consecrate my final hour,

To bless me with thy peaceful end : And, breathed into the hands divine, My spirit be received with thine.

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1081

S. M. Let me die the death of the righteous.

FOR the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord !
O be like theirs my last repose,

Like theirs my last reward.
2 Their bodies in the ground,

In silent hope, may lie,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound

Shall call them to the sky.
3 Their ransom'd spirits soar,

On wings of faith and love,
To meet the Saviour they adore,
And reign with him above.

WH

4 O for the death of those

Who slumber in the Lord !
O be like theirs my last repose,

Like theirs my last reward. 1082

C. M.
Death gain to the faithful.
HY should our tears in sorrow flow

When God recalls his own,
And bids them. leave a world of wo,

For ar. immortal crown? 2 Is not e’en death a gain to those

Whose life to God was given ? Gladly to earth their eyes they close,

To open them in heaven. 3 Their toils are past, their work is done,

And they are fully blest;
They fought the fight, the vict'ry won,

And enter'd into rest.
4 Then let our sorrows cease to flow;

God has recall'd his own;
But let our hearts, in every wo,

Still say,—Thy will be done. 1083

L. M.
The end of that man is peace.
COW blest the righteous when he dies !

When sinks a weary soul to rest !
How mildly beam the closing eyes !

How gently heaves the' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ;

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ;

So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around,

A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound

Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys.

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4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears,

Where lights and shades alternate dwell ! How bright the' unchanging morn appears !

Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labour done, as sinks the clay,-

Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say,

How blest the righteous when he dies !

1084

C. M.
The death of a pastor.
thee, O God, when creatures fail,

To ,

And on the eternal Shepherd's care,

Our steadfast hope relies. 2 When o'er thy faithful servant's dust

Thy saints assembled mourn, In speedy tokens of thy grace,

0 Zion's God, return!
3 The powers of nature all are thine,

And thine the aids of grace;
Thine arm has borne thy churches up,

Through each succeeding race.
4 Exert thy sacred influence here,

And here thy suppliants bless ;
And change to strains of cheerful praise

Our accents of distress.

HE

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. -Whose faith follow. E'S gone! the spotless soul is gone,

Triumphant, to his place above; The prison walls are broken down;

The angels speed his swift remove, And, shouting, on their wings he flies, And gains his rest in paradise.

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