4 The graves of all his saints he blest, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound, Awake, ye nations under ground; 1095 C. M. Awaking from the dust with shouts of praise. HROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path. We, foll'wers of our suff'ring Lord, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, Our cold remains in solitude 3 Our labours done, securely laid The storms of earth may beat. 4 Yet not thus buried, or extinct, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 5 These ashes, too, this little dust, Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep. 1096 S. M. Sown a natural body, raised a spiritual body. AND must this body die This well-wrought frame decay? 3 God my Redeemer lives, Looks down, and watches all my dust, Till he shall bid it rise. 4 Array'd in glorious grace 5 These lively hopes we owe, 6 Saviour, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise 1097 Sown in weakness, raised in glory. L. M. THE 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, 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, The short-lived beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, 6 Let sickness blast, let death devour, 1098 The pledge of immortality. UR great Creator, God, OUR Who built this house of clay, 2 Who breathed into our earth God and the sinner join: Thus we the pledge receive Sure that our bodies too shall live Forever one with thee. S. M. 1099 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. In my flesh shall I see God. CALL the world's Redeemer mine; And raise this individual me, 3 In this identic body, I, With eyes of flesh refined, restored, Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh, 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, 1100 Exulting in the final victory. C. M. W This rending earth shall shake, HEN the last trumpet's awful voice When opening graves shall yield their charge, And dust to life awake, 2 Those bodies that corrupted fell And mortal forms shall spring to life 3 Behold, what heavenly prophets sung Is now at last fulfill'd; And Death yields up his ancient reign, 4 Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, 1101 SPL 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Clothed with immortality. PIRIT, leave thy house of clay; Ling'ring dust, resign thy breath; Spirit, cast thy chains away; Dust, be thou dissolved in death:-- 2 Pris'ner, long detain❜d below, 3 Grave, the guardian of our dust, Rests in hope again to rise: Immortality thy walls, And eternity thy day. |