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Now they see him face to face; te i
T 3 This his people's lot for ever,
This their glorious sure reward :
Shall be absent from the LORD.
515. At the Death of a Believer. L.M.
He calls thee to eternal rest.
No more remains for thee to do:
Beyond the reach of sin and woe. 3 Away to yonder realms of light,
Where multitudes, redeem'd with blood,
And dwell for ever with their God.
In heav'n behold the sinner's friend :
5 And may our happy portion be,
To join thee in the realms above :
516. Resignation at the Death of a
bring him back again ? I shall go to him, but he shall
Never shall return to me.
bosom to his own;
Happy in his will I rest.
Let him do as seems him good :
Dafio 1970.2 3
517. At the Death of a Faithfid
And all our tears be dry:
, 2 What tho' the arm of conq'ring death
Does God's own house invade;
Be number'd with the dead!
The aged and the young;
And mute th' instructive tongue; 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart;
Still animates our heart.
“ My church shall safe abide; • For I will ne'er forsake my own,
• Whose souls in me confide.”
This promise is our trust;
When we are cold in dust,
518. s- Death the Entrance into Glory to
the Believer. C.M.
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
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Must be dissolv'd and fall :
Thy heav'nly Father's call.
That forms thee fit for heav'n ;
Has his own Spirit giv'n.
Faith lives upon his word;
We're absent from the Lord.
But we had rather see;
And present, Lord, with thee.
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;
And plung'd into a world unknown. 3 Tben, leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
fate, And fix my everlasting state. 4 [But could I bear to hear him say,
* Depart, accursed, far away!
“ Thou art for ever doom'd to dwell."] 5 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee,
And seek my hope alone in thee;
Subdue my sins, and in me live.
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;