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To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.

2. This Gabriel knows, and sings thy name
With rapture on his tongue;

Moses, the saint, enjoys the same,
And heav'n repeats the song.

3. While the bright nation sounds thy praise,
From each eternal hill,
Sweet odours of exhaling grace
The happy region fill.

4. Thy love a sea without a shore
Spreads life and joy abroad;
O'tis a heav'n worth dying for,
To see a smiling God.

5. Sweet was the journey to the sky,
The wond'rous Prophet try'd:
"Climb up the mount," said God, "and die
The Prophet climb'd and dy'd.

6. Shew me thy face, and I'll away

From all inferior things;

Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
And stretch my airy wings.

Hymn 424. c. M.

Comfort for pious parents who have been bereaved of their children. Isaiah lvi. 4, 5.

1. VE mourning saints, whose streaming tears

Flow o'er your

children dead,

Say not in transports of depair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2. While cleaving to that darling dust
In fond distress ye lie,

Rise and with joy and rev'rence view
A heav'nly parent nigh.

3. Though your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand,

With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by th' Almighty's hand.
4. "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;
"No names of daughters and of sons
"Could yield so high a grace.

5. "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
"A rising race can give :
"In endless honour and delight
"My children all shall live."

6. We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,
Thro' which thy face we see,


And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts
Prepare a way for thee.

Hymn 425. P. M.

VITAL spark of

ITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, O quit this mortal frame,
Trembling, hoping, ling ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature cease, thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2. Hark! they whisper angels say,
Sister spirit, come away;
What is this absorbs me quite?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
-Drowns my spirit, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3. The world recedes, it disappears,
Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears
With sounds seraphic ring,

Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly,
O grave, where is thy victory!
O death, where is thy sting!




Hymn 426. c. M.

TOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign,

"H And triumph o'er the just;

While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?

2. Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades,
The dawn of heav'n appears;
The sweet, immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

3. I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.
4. I hear the voice, "Ye dead arise!”
And lo the graves obey:

And waking saints with joyful eyes
Salute th' expected day.

5. They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the midway-air,

In shining garments meet their King,
And bow before him there.

6. O may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.

Hymn 427. L. M.

O, I'll repine at death no more,
But with a cheerful voice resign

To the cold dungeon of the grave
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine.
2. Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust,

My God shall raise my flesh anew
At the revival of the just.

3. Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,
Bring that delightful, awful day!

Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!

Hymn 428. c. M.

Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. 1 Pet. 1. 3, 4, 5.

LESS'D be the everlasting God,

1.B The father of our Lord:

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd.

2. When from the dead he rais'd his son,
And call'd him to the sky,
He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3. What tho' our many sins require
Our flesh to see the dust,

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4. There's an inheritance divine
Refer'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.



Hymn 429. s. M.

ND must this body die,

This well-wrought frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2. Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,

'Till thy triumphant Spirit comes
To put it on afresh.

3. God, my Redeemer lives,

And ever from the skies

Looks down, and watches all my dust, 'Till he shall bid it rise.

4. Array'd in glorious grace

Shall these vile bodies shine,
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face
Be heav'nly and divine.

5. These lively hopes we owe,
Lord, to thy dying love;
0 may we bless thy grace below,
And sing thy grace above.

3. Saviour, accept the praise

Of these our humble songs,

"Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
With our immortal tongues.


Hymn 430. c. M.

1. ING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,

Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,
Stand trembling at his pow'r.

2. His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne;
There all his stores of lightning lie,
'Till vengeance darts them down.
3. His nostrils breathe out fiery streams,
And from his awful tongue

A sov'reign voice divides the flames,
And thunder roars along.
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