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517. At the Death of a Faithful Minister. Č.M.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.-PSALM xxiii. 1.

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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 in 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 voicè
Still animates our heart.

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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. 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. 1. See also verses 5-8

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THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high;

And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till GoD shall bid it fly.

2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call.

3 'Tis he, by his 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.-PSL. xc. 12.

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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 call'd 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 Then, leaving all I lov'd below,
To GOD's tribunal 1 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!

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"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 be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me,l

520. At the Funeral of a Young Person. C. M.

Behold thou hast made my days as an hand-breadth; and mine age is as nothing before thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity.-PSALM Xxxix. 5. WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd By death's resistless hand, [away, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh, may this truth, imprest
With awful power, "I too must die!"
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more,
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour:
To-morrow death may come.

4 [The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;

Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.]

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.

521. At the Funeral of a Believer. C.M.

These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto GOD and to the Lamb.-REV. xiv. 4

HOW happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!
With JESUS they are now at rest,
And all his glory see.

2 Worthy the Lamb, aloud they cry,
That brought us here to Gop;
In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout
The merit of his blood.

3. With wond'ring joy they recollect
Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, pow'r, and love,
Which brought them safe at last.

4 They follow the exalted Lamb,
Where'er they see him go;

And at the footstool of his grace Their blood-bought crowns they throw.

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5 LORD, let the merits of thy death
To me be likewise giv'n;

And I with them shall shout thy praise
Through all the courts of heav'n.

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