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3 So blooms the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows :
And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The short-lived beauties die away.
With lustre brighter far shall shine;
Safe from diseases and decline.
If heaven must recompense our pains :
461. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
Departed Saints living to God. 1 THRICE happy state, where saints shall live
Around their Father's throne,
And live to God alone!
That dwelt in feeble clay,
To reign in endless day.
And all the air is peace;
4 Thus shall the grace of Christ prevail,
Till all his chosen meet;
His household to complete.
Our active souls would tend ;
To such a blissful end.
L. M. DODDRIDGE.
What music to the pious ear!
He with his Lord shall ever dwell. 2 O happy dead, in thee that sleep,
While o'er their mouldering dust we weep! O faithful Saviour, who shall come
That dust to ransom from the tomb! 3 While thine unerring word imparts
So rich a cordial to our hearts,
C. M. Watts. Blessed are the Dead who die in the Lord. 1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead;
And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed :
How kind their slumbers are ! From sufferings and from sins released,
And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord ! The labors of their mortal life
End in a large reward.
464. S. M.
Say, "Blessed is the doom
When sinking to the tomb !” 2 The Holy Spirit spake
And I the words repeat-
To mortals rest is sweet.
Mrs. BARBAULD. The Righteous blessed in Death. 1 How blessed the righteous when he dies !
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away,
So sinks the gale wlien storms are o'er,
3 A holy quiet reigns around,
A calm which life nor death destroys;
Which his unfettered soul enjoys.
Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright the unchanging morn appears
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell! 5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, “How blessed the righteous when he dies !”
466. C. M. J. NEWTON.
The Death of a Believer.
The moment after death,
When yielding up their breath.
e scarce can say, “They're gone !” Before the willing spirit takes
Her mansion near the throne.
To trace her in its flight;
Which hides that world of light.
They are completely blest;
5 On harps of gold they praise his name,
His face they always view; Then let us followers be of them,
That we may praise him too.
467. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
Near Approach of Salvation. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year! 3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Ye bring eternal day.
468. L. M. J. Newton.
Home in View.
The height of some o'erlooking hill,