2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 O when, thou city of my God, Where congregations ne'er break up, 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes 5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo? 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, 7 Jerusalem! my happy home! u 1 C. WESLEY. HYMN 443. 8s. Goshen. [*] Earnest Desire of Heaven. LONG to behold him arrayed p I languish and sigh to be there, SELECT. 22 No pain the inhabitants feel, WESLEY'S COL. HYMN 444. C. M. Dundee. [*] e 1 WHEN bending o'er the brink of life My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, p 2 When every long-loved scene of life When the last sigh that shakes the frame 3 0 thou great source of joy supreme, 4 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand s And with a ray of love divine, Illume my dying bed! p 5 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, May I resign my breath! And in thy fond embraces lose "The bitterness of death." COLLYER. HYMN 445. 8, 7, & 4. Greenville. [b or *] THEN the vale of death appears, p 1 WH g (Faint and cold this mortal clay,) Kind forerunner, soothe my fears, Light me through the darksome way: Usher in eternal day. s 2 Starting from this dying state, Dwell on each immortal wire. 3 From the sparkling turrets there, Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way, Often bless thy guardian care, At my Leader's feet I lay. 4 And when mighty trumpets blown, Judge and Saviour, own my name! MRS. GILBert. HYMN 446. L. M. Dresden. [b] e 1 W Their disembodied spirits dwell; WHERE are the dead? In heaven or hell Their buried forms in bonds of clay, -2 Who were the dead? The sons of time, The place that knew them knows them not. The mortal makes th' immortal man. 4 Who are the living? They whose breath O what an awful choice is theirs! 5 Then, timely warned, may we begin, MONTGOMERY. HYMN 447. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b or *] The Dead who die in the Lord. p 1 N vain our fancy strives to paint The glories that surround the saint, 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks; We scarce can say, -3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, Have done with sin, and care, and wo, s 5 On harps of gold his name they praise, a 1 P And if we here their footsteps trace, NEWTON. HYMN 448. 7s. Sabbath. [b or *] The dying Christian to his Soul. VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! 8 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! HYMN 449. 8 & 7. POPE. Greenville. [*] The departing Saint. 1H All thy mourning days below; "APPY soul, thy days are ended, Go, by angel-guards attended, To the sight of Jesus go! 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit, 3 Struggle through thy latest passion,. To his everlasting rest. 1 4 For the joy he sets before thee, 1 HYMN 450. L. M. HOW C. WESLEY. Munich. [b] The Death of the Righteous. TOW blest the righteous when they die, How mildly beams the closing eye! 3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 1 HYMN 451. C. M. BARBAULD. Lanesboro'. [b] Happy Death of a Christian. P1DWe would not weep for thee; One thought shall check the starting tear,- 2 And thus shall faith's consoling power 3 Gently the passing spirit fled, Oh may such grace on us be shed, HYMN 452. 8 & 7. Greenville. DALE. [bor *] Happiness of departed Saints the Consolation of Sur 1 THU vivors. THINK, O ye who fondly languish O'er the grave of those you love: While your bosoms swell with anguish, They are warbling hymns above. * |