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Canst thou forget thy glorious work,
Thy promise, and thy power, to save ? 2 In those dark, silent realms of night
Shall peace and hope no more arise ? No future morning light the tomb,
Nor day-star gild the darksome skies? 3 Cease-cease, ye vain, desponding fears :
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang, , Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praise and wonder rang. 4 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors
Unfold, to make his children way; They shall be clothed with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day. 5 The trump shall sound—the dead shall wake;
From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring; Through heaven, with joy, their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour and their King. 1094
C. M. Certainty of the resurrection dispels the gloom of the grave.
THY do we mourn for dying friends,
Or shake at death's alarms ?
To call them to his arms.
As fast as time can move ?
To keep us from our love.
Their bodies to the tomb ?
And left a long perfume.
THAmid the deep'ning gloom,
4 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And soften'd every bed :
But with their dying Head ?
And show'd our feet the way : Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day. 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise : Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies. 1095
C. M. Awaking from the dust with shouts of praise. THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path.
, We, follwers of our suff'ring Lord,
Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labours done, securely laid
In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,
The storms of earth may beat.
The vital spark shall lie;
To seek its kindred sky.
Our Father's care shall keep, Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.
S. M. Sown a natural body, raised a spiritual body. ND must this body die
This well-wrought frame decay ? And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould’ring in the clay ?
Shall but refine this flesh,
To put it on afresh.
And ever from the skies
Till he shall bid it rise.
Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face,
Be heavenly and divine.
Lord, to thy dying love:
And sing thy grace above! 6 Saviour, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
With our immortal tongues. 1097
L. M. Sown in weakness, raised in glory. HE morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold. 2 Nipp'd by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away.
3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows. Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine, Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompense our pains; Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the word of God remains.
Who built this house of clay,
In his appointed day.
And shall we doubt his power ?
Our moulder'd dust restore.
2 Who breathed into our earth
The breath of life divine,
God and the sinner join :
Forever one with thee.
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He lives who died for me, I know,-
Jesus shall re-appear below,Stand in that dreadful day unknown, And fix on earth his heavenly throne. 2 Then the last judgment-day shall come;
And though the worms this skin devour, The Judge shall call me from the tomb,
Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
See for myself my smiling Lord; See with ineffable delight, Nor faint to bear the glorious sight. 4 Then let the worms demand their prey,
The greedy grave my reins consuine;
And rest till my Redeemer come;
This rending earth shall shake,When opening graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake,-
Shall incorrupt arise,
Immortal in the skies.