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5 Oh, let us fly—to Jesus, fly,
Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave. 6 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power ; This only can prepare the heart
For death's surprising hour.
503. C. M.
With hearts opprest with grief; Our pastor's gone—we 're left alone,
Where shall we find relief? 2 Thy word he faithfully proclaim'd,
Áis doctrine from it drew; Regardless whether prais'd or blamed,
So he thy will might do. 3 Nor did he merely preach alone,
Obedience mark'd his way? His holy life, as well as tongue,
Inclin’d to endless day.
And now before thy throne,
Supplied by thee alone.
To wipe our falling tears ;
From all our rising fears.
504. L. M. Daniel's Selection.
The death of a Minister
IS death we mour, who lately stood
A herald of the mighty God;
2 Laborious in his Master's cause ;
His view, nor lucre nor applause ;
If souls through Christ salvation find. 3 With pointed language, flaming zeal,
He to the conscience did appeal ;
Or draw it with the cords of love. 4 But all his labours now are o'er,
And we shall hear his voice no more:
He's gone to heaven, his final home. 5 Jesus! though earthly shepherds die,
Do thou thy churches still supply
505. C. M. J. Saunders. The flock approaching the Shepherd's tomb. WATH boly, awe, and solemn dread, Your shepherd lies beneath the shade
Of death's tremendous gloom! 2 How gentle was the stroke divine,
Which bow'd his head in death! How peaceful did his soul resign
His friends, his life, his breath! 3 E'en death to him is endless gain;
Though we are left to mourn: Shepherd divine! thy flock sustain,
Nor leave thy fold forlorn. 4 Display thy pardoning, healing grace ; Assuage our rising
grief; Reveel thy smiling, cheering face,
And grant us sweet relief. 5 Give us to kiss the painful rod,
Nor at thy will repine,• Be still, and know that thou art God,'
To all thy will resign.
6 Furnish thy church from shore to shore,
With gospel truth and grace;
E'en here thy flock increase.
506. L. M. Altered.
Y faint and glimmering light we view
The unknown world we're hastening 10; God has lock'd up the mystic page,
And curtain'd darkness round the siage. 2 We talk of heaven, we talk of hell;
But what can men or angels tell?
Take the succeeding world on trust. 3 Death soon to our astonish'd sight,
Eternal things will bring to light;
Nor he, till God our sovereign please. 4 If we in Christ the Lord believe,
We shall eternal joys receive;
507. S. M. Vatts.
The resurrection of the body.
This mortal frame decay ?
Lie mouldering in the clay?
Shall but refine this flesh,
To put it on afresh.
And often from the skies,
Till he shall bid it rise.
4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine, And every shape, and every face,
Look heavenly and divine. 5 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;
And sing his power above. 6
Dear Lord, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
With our immortal tongues.
508. C. M. Watts.
And pass the solemn test. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart, llow could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the sound-depart ! 3 The thunder of that dismal word
Would so distress mine ear,
With most tormenting fear.
And hang upon thy breast;
My spirit cannot rest.
Is graven on thy hands!
Where my salvation stands.
509. L. M. Relief Hymns. NHE Lord shall come-a glorious form,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Appointed Judge of all mankind. 2 Can this be he who wont to stray
As pilgrim on the world's highway,
The Nazarene-the crucified ?
Rocks, hide us—mountains, on es fall!
510. C. M. Watts.
Bright flames prepare his way,
and darkness, fire and storm,
Attending angels come,
His justice, and their doom.
That made their peace with God, • By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
And seal'd it with his blood.
Shall make the world confess
511. L. M. Watts.
And crumble alt hones to dust,