3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure, wol Death has no sting beside;
The law gives sin its damning power;
But CHRIST, my ransom, died.
4 Now to the Gop of victory
Immortal thanks be paid,
Who makes us conq'rors while we die,
Through CHRIST our living head.
512. Encouragement to the Dying Believer. 8-7.
Now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. 1. COR. xiii. 12.
HAPPY soul! thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of JESUS go.
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above;
Shows the purchase of his merit,
Reaches out the crown of love.
3 For the joy he sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory;
Suffer, with thy LORD to reign,
4 Kept by his divine compassion
He receives thee to his breast;
To his uttermost salvation,
To his everlasting rest!
5 There with him, who died to save thee, Ever shalt thou reign above;
Praise him for the grace he gave thee;
Praise him for redeeming love!
513. At the Death of a Believer. 7s. Double.
Thanks be to GOD, which giveth us the victory through our LORD JESUS CHRIST.-1. COR. xv. 57.
BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pray we, gracious GoD, to thee:
Thou, in thine abundant grace,
Givest us the victory;
True, and faithful to thy word,
Thou hast glorify'd thy Son;
JESUS CHRIST, our dying LORD,
He for us the fight hath won.
2 Lo! the pris'ner is releas'd,
Lighten'd of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gather'd in to 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.
3 Yes, the Christian's course is run,"
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the work is done,
Death is swallow'd up of life,
Borne by Angels far above,
Up to God the spirit flies;
Tastes the fulness of his love,
Rests with CHRIST in Paradise.
4 Join we then with one accord,
In the new, the joyful song;
Absent from our living 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.
514. At the Death of a Believer.
8-7-7.
Blessed are the dead, which die in the LORD, from henceforth Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.REV. xiv. 13.
HARK, a voice! It sounds from heaven:
"Blessed are the dead who die
In the LORD." To them 'tis given
From a world of woe to fly!
They indeed are truly blest,
From their labour now they rest.
2 All their toils and conflicts over
Lo! they dwell with CHRIST above:
Q what glories they discover
In the SAVIOUR whom they love!
Now they see him face to face; but & Him who sav'd them by his grace.! 3 This his people's lot for ever,
This their glorious sure reward:
They indeed are blest, who never
Shall be absent from the Lord.
O that we may die like those,
Who in JESUS thus repose !
515. At the Death of a Believer. L. M. And the spirit shall return to GOD who gave it.-ECCLE. xii. 7.
AWAY! thou dying saint, away
!
Fly to the mansions of the blest::
Thy GoD no more requires thy stay;
He calls thee to eternal rest.
2 Thy toils at length have reach'd a close,
No more remains for thee to do:
Away, away to thy repose,
Beyond the reach of sin and woe.
3 Away to yonder realms of light, Where multitudes, redeem'd with blood, Enjoy the beatific sight,
And dwell for ever with their God.
4 Go, mix with them, and share their joy;
In heav'n behold the sinner's friend:
In pleasures share that never cloy,
In pleasures that will never end.
5 And may our happy portion be,
To join thee in the realms above:
The glory of our LORD to see,
And sing his everlasting love.
516. Resignation at the Death of a Child. 7s.
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.-2 SAMUEL Xii. 23.
WHEREFORE should I make my
Now the darling child is dead? [moan,
He to early rest is gone,
He to paradise is fled;
I shall go to him, but he
Never shall return to me.
2 God forbids his longer stay,
GOD recals his precious loan;
GOD hath taken him away
From bosom to his own;
Surely what he wills is best,
Happy in his will I rest.
3 Faith cries out, It is the LORD,
Let him do as seems him good:
Be thy holy name ador'd,
Take the gift awhile bestow'd,
Take the child no longer mine,
Thine he is, for ever thine.
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