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4 Let all my bliss and treasure lie
Where in thy light I light shall see;
That longs to be possessed of thee.
Thick hanging o'er the vale of death;
454. 11s. M. EPISCOPAL COL.
I would not live alway. 1 I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the
way: I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul !
455. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
God our Support in Death. Ps. 38.
Apace it hastens on,
2 My heart, long laboring with its cares,
Shall pant and sink away;
On the last gliminering ray.
A cordial for my pain,
Those friends would weep in vain ? 4 Great King of nature and of grace !
To thee my spirit flies,
Before thy pitying eyes.
And every secret fear;
Is noticed by thine ear.
Which to such love belongs,
And sighs are changed to songs.
456. C. M.
Submission to afflictive Providences.
And crept to life at first,
And mingle with our dust.
And fondly call our own,
To be repaid anon.
3 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
He takes but what he gave.
Let each rebellious sigh
And every murmur die.
Its praises shall be spread;
That strikes our coinforts dead.
457. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Weeping Seed-lime, joyful Harvest. Ps. 128. 1 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers !
Troubled with storms, and big with showers; No cheerful gleam of light appears,
But nature pours forth all her tears. 2 Yet, let the sons of grace revive;
God bids the soul that seeks him live;
Calls forth a morning of delight. 3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown;
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes. 4 In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain;
6 Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home; The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.
458. 8, 7 & 4s. M. MRS. GILBERT.
Support in Death.
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
Upward bid my soul aspire;
Dwell on each immortal wire. 3 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
While my triumphs
459. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
God the everlasting Light.
With all your feeble light:
Pale empress of the night!
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day!
In brighter flames arrayed, My soul, wbich springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thine aid.
Of my divine abode,
Where I shall reign with God. 4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
With that un varied day.
Shall swell into mine eyes ;
Amid those brighter skies.
Shall in one song unite;
With infinite delight.
460. L. M. S. WESLEY.
The Young cut off in their Prime. 1 The morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay, their silken leaves unfold,
As fearless of the evening cold.
Parched by the sun's directer ray,