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2 Saved by the merit of his Lord,

Glory and praise to Christ he gives;
Yet still his merciful reward

According to his works receives;
And with the seed he sow'd below,
His bliss eternally shall grow.
3 Father, to us vouchsafe the grace

Which brought our friend victorious thrc agh; Let us his shining footsteps trace;

Let us his steadfast faith pursue ;
Follow this foll'wer of the Lamb,
And conquer all through Jesus' Name.
4 O may we all, like him, believe,

And keep the faith, and win the prize!
Father, prepare, and then receive

Our hallow'd spirits to the skies,
To chant, with all our friends above,
Thy glorious, everlasting love.

S. M.
The crowning hour.
VERVANT of God, well done!

The battle 's fought, the race is won,

And thou art crown'd at last ;2 Of all thy heart's desire

Triumphantly possess'd; Lodged by the ministerial choir

In thy Redeemer's breast. 3 In condescending love,

Thy ceaseless prayer He heard ; And bade thee suddenly remove

To thy complete reward. 4 With saints nthroned on high,

Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry,-

Salvation to the Lamb !

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,

Ah! when shall we ascend,
And all in Jesus' presence reign

With our translated friend?

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At rest, and happy.
OW blest is our brother, bereft

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.



10th P. M. 8 lines Ss Happy death of a sister in the Lord. OSANNA to Jesus on high !

Another has enter'd his rest: Another has 'scaped to the sky,

And lodged in Immanuel's breast; The soul of our sister is gone,

To heighten the triumph above; Exalted to Jesus's throne,

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

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Triumphant death of a brother.
EEP not for a brother deceased ;
Our loss is his

infinite gain; A soul out of prison released,

And freed from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight,

And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light,

And lodged in the Eden of love.


2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd,

Outflying the tempest and wind; His rest he hath sooner obtain'd,

And left his companions behind, Still toss'd on a sea of distress,

Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more.

3 There all the ship's company meet,

Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath; With shouting each other they greet,

And triumph o'er sorrow and death :
The voyage of life's at an end;

The mortal affliction is past :
The age that in heaven they spend,

Forever and ever shall last.

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The dying Christian.
APPY soul, thy days are ending,

Go,—the angel guards attending,

To the sight of Jesus go. Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit,

Reaches out the crown of love.

2 Struggle through thy latest passion,

To thy great Redeemer's breast;
To his uttermost salvation,

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.



L. JI. The grave shall restore its trust. NVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust; And give these sacred relics room

To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear

Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,

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, 0 earth! his sov’reign word; Restore thy trust—a glorious form

Call’d to ascend and meet the Lord.


7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Absent from the body-present with the Lord 0! the pris'ner is released,

L load;

Where the weary are at rest,

He is gather'd into God! Lo! the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'er : Death and hell behind are cast;

Grief and suff'ring are no more. 2 Join we then, with one accord,

In the new and joyful song: Absent from our loving Lord,

We shall not continue long; We shall quit the house of clay,

We a better lot shall share, We shall see the realms of day,

Meet our happy brother there.

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