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7 Blessed fold, no foe can enter,

And no friend departeth thence. Jesus is their sun, their centre;

And their shield, Omnipotence. Blessed, for the Lamb shall feed them,

All their tears shall wipe away, To the living fountains lead them,

Till fruition's perfect day. 8 Lo! it comes, that day of wonder!

Louder chorals shake the skies, Hades' gates are burst asunder:

See, the new-clothed myriads rise.
Thought, repress thy weak endeavour:

Here must reason prostrate fall.
Oh, the Ineffable For Ever!

And the Eternal All in all!

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Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.
2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife,

Fright our approaching souls away ;
Still we shrink back again to life,

Fond of our prison and our clay,
3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet,

My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,

Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

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Psalm xxxix. 11, 12. 6.6.4. HEMANS
OWLY and solemn be
Thy children's cry to Thee,

Father divine!
A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death

Alike are Thine.
2 O Father, in that hour,
When earth all succouring power

Shall disavow;
When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down;

Sustain us, Thou.
3 By Him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,

The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away;

Aid us, o God.
4 Tremblers beside the grave,
We call on Thee to save,

Father divine :
Hear, hear our suppliant breath,
Keep us in life and death,

Thine, only Thine.

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On the bed of anguish lying,
Then my every want supplying,

To me Thy love display. 2 Let me willingly surrender

Life to Thee, its gracious Lender
Can I find a friend more tender ?
Why should I wish to stay ?


3 Ere my soul her bonds has broken,

Grant some bright and cheering token,
That for me the word is spoken,

“Thy sins are washed away."
4 When each well-known face concealing,

Death's dark shade o'er all is stealing,
Then Thy gracious smile revealing,

Unfold eternal day. 5 When the lips are mute which bless'd me,

And withdrawn the hand that press'd me, Then let sweeter sounds arrest me,

Calling my soul away.
6 When in silent awe suspended,

They who long my couch have tended,
Weeping, wish that all were ended,

o hear them when they pray.
7 When my soul no path discovering,

O'er my lifeless form is hovering,
Then with wings of mercy covering,

Be Thou Thyself my way.


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Luke il. 28, 29. C. M.


Hath overpowering charms; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms. 2 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,

How sweet my minutes roll; A mortal paleness on my cheek,

And glory in my soul.

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Leave this tenement of clay,
Quit its broken shattered walls;
Through its ruins I descry

Gleams of immortality.
2 Cease, my friends, to weep for me,

I should rather mourn for you;
Every woe and sin I flee,
Christ and heaven are in my view :
Dare not wish my soul to stay,

Angels beckon me away.
3 God hath sent His envoy, death;

Earthly blessings I resign;
Lord, to Thee I yield my breath,
Take this ransomed soul of mine;
Now my songs of joy shall be

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1 Cor. xv. 55. P. M. POPE 1 Vio

ITAL spark of heavenly flame !

Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh 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?


2 Cor. v. 2, 87'8. MONTGOMERY, 1

Lingering dust, résign thy breath;
Spirit, cast thy chains away;
Dust, be thou dissolved in death.
Thus the Almighty Saviour speaks,
While the faithful Christian dies :
Thus the bonds of life he breaks,

And the ransomed captive flies. 2 Prisoner, long detained below,

Prisoner, now with freedom bless'd,
Welcome from a world of woe;
Welcome to a land of rest,
Thus the choir of angels sing,
As they bear the soul on high ;
While with hallelujahs ring

All the regions of the sky.
3 Grave, the guardian of our dust,

Grave, the treasury of the skies,
Every atom of thy trust
Rests in hope again to rise.
Hark! the judgment-trumpet calls,
Soul, rebuild thy house of clay ;
Immortality thy walls,
And eternity thy day.


2 Cor. v. 8. 8 7's. TOPLADY. EATHLESS principle, arise ;


Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To His glorious likeness wrought,
Go, to shine before His throne;
Deck His mediatorial crown.
Go, His triumphs to adorn :
Made for God, to God return.

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