5 O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll, Thou seest thy Saviour's face. 6 Redeem'd from earth and pain, 1087 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. At rest, and happy. OW blest is our brother, bereft HOW Of all that could burden his mind! How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind! This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again. 2 No anger, henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay: Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. This languishing head is at rest; Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet, immovable breast Is heaved by affliction no more. 3 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Now seal'd in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep; The fountains can yield no supplies; These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 1088 10th P. M. 8 lines Ss Happy death of a sister in the Lord. HOSANNA to Jesus on high! Another has enter'd his rest: To heighten the triumph above; And clasp'd in the arms of his love. 2 How happy the angels that fall Transported at Jesus's name; The saints whom he soonest shall call, To share in the feast of the Lamb! No longer imprison'd in clay, Who next from the dungeon shall fly? Who first shall be summon'd away?— My merciful Lord-Is it I? 3 O Jesus, if this be thy will, That suddenly I should depart, Thy counsel of mercy reveal, And whisper thy call in my heart; O give me a signal to know If soon thou wouldst have me remove, And leave the dull body below, And fly to the regions above. 1089 WE 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. 1; Triumphant death of a brother. And mount with his spirit above, 2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd, 3 There all the ship's company meet, 1090 9th P. M. 87,87,87 87 The dying Christian. APPY soul, thy days are ending, Go, the angel guards attending,- Lo! the Saviour stands above; 2 Struggle through thy latest passion, To his everlasting rest. For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; Die, to live a life of glory; Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 1091 L. M. The grave shall restore its trust. UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb; Take this new treasure to thy trust; 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept ;-God's dying Son Pass'd through the grave, and blest the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne -The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn; Attend, O earth! his sov'reign word; Restore thy trust-a glorious formCall'd to ascend and meet the Lord. 1092 L 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Absent from the body-present with the Lord All his warfare now is o'er : We shall not continue long; 1093 Day dawns on the night of the grave. L. M. SHALL man, O God of light and life, Forever moulder in the grave? Canst thou forget thy glorious work, Nor day-star gild the darksome skies? 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. WHY HY do we mourn for dying friends, 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There once the flesh of Jesus lay, |