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Now they see him face to face; te i
Him who say'd then by his grace.

T 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 !

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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 mansious 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.

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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 fied ;
I shall go to bim, but he

Never shall return to me.
2 God forbids his longer stay,
God recals his precious loan ;
God hath taken him away

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 awbile bestow'd,
Take the child no longer mine,
Thine he is, for ever thine.

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517. At the Death of a Faithfid

Minister. C.M.
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.-PsALX

xxiii. 1.
NOW let our drooping hearts revive,

And all our tears be dry:
Why should those eyes be drown'd in
Which view a Saviour nigh ? [grief

, 2 What tho' the arm of conq'ring death

Does God's own house invade;
What tho' the prophet and the priest

Be number'd with the dead!
3 Tho earthly shepherds dwell ip dust,

The aged and the young;
The watchful eye in darkness clos'd,

And mute th' instructive tongue; 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,

New comfort to impart;
His eye still guides us, and his voice

Still animates our heart.
5“ Lo, I am with you; saith the Lord,"

“ My church shall safe abide; • For I will ne'er forsake my own,

• Whose souls in me confide.”
6* Thro' every scene of life and death,

This promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,

When we are cold in dust,

518. s- Death the Entrance into Glory to

the Believer. C.M.

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For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle

were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.—2 COR. v. I.

-See also verses 5-8
i THERE is a house not inade with hands,
1+, Eternal, and on bigh;

And here my spirit waiting stands,
si **"Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clayo

Must be dissolv'd and fall :
Then, O my soul, with joy obey

Thy heav'nly Father's call.
3 Tis he, by bis Almighty grace,

That forms thee fit for heav'n ;
And, as an earnest of the place,

Has his own Spirit giv'n.
4 We walk by faith of joys to come,

Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home,

We're absent from the Lord.
5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace.

But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,

And present, Lord, with thee.

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519. Tolling Bell: L.M. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our

hearts unto wisdom.-Psh. XC. 12. OFT as the bell with solemn toll. Speaks the departure of a soul, Let each one ask himself, “ Ain I

Prepar'd, should I be calld to die??' 2 Only this frail and fleeting breath

Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,

And plung'd into a world unknown. 3 Tben, leaving all I lov'd below,

To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the judge pronounce my

fate, And fix my everlasting state. 4 [But could I bear to hear him say,

* Depart, accursed, far away!
«« With Satan, in the lowest hell,

“ Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell."] 5 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,

And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,

Subdue my sins, and in me live.
6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,

If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing þe,
Perhaps it next may toll for me,

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