517. At the Death of a Faithful Minister. Č.M. The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.-PSALM xxiii. 1. A NOW let our drooping hearts revive, Why should those eyes be drown'd in 2 What tho' the arm of conq'ring death 3 Tho' earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness clos'd, 4 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, His eye still guides us, and his voicè I 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, And this shall be our children's song, 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 THERE is a house not made with hands, And here my spirit waiting stands, 2 Shortly this prison of my clay 3 'Tis he, by his Almighty grace, 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace. We would be absent from the flesh, moz a'nsabili, 199 se pt teph or hien de 519. Tolling Bell. L.M. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.-PSL. xc. 12. OFT as the bell with solemn toll, 3 Then, leaving all I lov'd below, 4 [But could I bear to hear him say, 66 "With Satan, in the lowest hell, 5 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee, 6 Then, when the solemn bell I hear, ¦. 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, 3 Let this vain world engage no more, It bids us seize the present hour: 4 [The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 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, 2 Worthy the Lamb, aloud they cry, 3. With wond'ring joy they recollect 4 They follow the exalted Lamb, And at the footstool of his grace Their blood-bought crowns they throw. ཏི 5 LORD, let the merits of thy death And I with them shall shout thy praise 1 |