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2 LO! He beckons from on high :
Fearless to His presence fly.
And escort thee quick to heaven. 3 Is thine earthly house distressed,
Willing to retain its guest ?
Swift of wing, and fired with love. 4 Shudder not to pass the stream;
Venture all thy care on Him;
Ever suffered shipwreck there. 5 See the haven full in view;
Love divine shall bear thee through.
See, they throng the blissful shore. 6 Mount, their transports to improve;
Join the longing choir above;
P. M. 1 TWho cercak'strin love this mortal chain:
Thee, O Lord, I spirit,
And death becomes my chiefest gain.
So calm the righteous sink away,
Descending to the tomb. 2 The winds breathe low,-the yellow leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be. 3 How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed ! 'Tis like the peace the dying gives
To mourners round his bed.
The sunset beam is cast !
When loved ones breathe their last. 5 And lo! above the dews of night
The vesper-star appears ;
Whose eyes are dim with tears.
Its glories shall restore ;
Shall wake, to close no more.
654 Isalah XXV. 8. L. M. ELLIOIt's SEL. 10
GRAVE, thou hast the victory;
Beauty and strength are laid with thee; Yet than earth's mightiest, mightier,
O grave, thou hast thy Vanquisher. 2 Long in thy sight was man forlorn;
Long didst thou laugh his hope to scorn Till rose the Conqueror of death,
Jesus, the Man of Nazareth.
He bore, and gave us strength to bear;
Our glorious destiny revealed.
Our life has not its bounds in time;
HIS FINAL PEACE.
655 Matt. xxv. 21. D. S. M. MONTGOMERY.
1 YERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
Enter thy Master's joy.
He started up to hear;
He fell, but felt no fear.
At midnight came the cry,
"To meet thy God prepare !" He woke,--and caught his Captain's eye;
Then strong in faith and prayer,
His spirit with a bound,
Left its encumbering clay ;
A darkened ruin lay.
Labour and sorrow cease;
His soul is found in peace.
Praise be thy new employ;
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
2 Tim. ii. 12. 8.7. C. WESLEY, 1
All thy mourning days below:
To the throne of Jesus go.
Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Reaches out the crown of love.
To thy dear Redeemer's breast;
To His everlasting rest.
Bear a momentary pain :
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign.
WATTS. 1 EAR what the voice from heaven HEA
And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They sleep in Jesus, and are bless'd;
How kind their slumbers are !
And freed from every snare.
They're present with the Lord;
End in a large reward.
H dies !
Psalm xxxvii. 37. L. M. BARBAULD. 1
When sinks a weary soul to rest,
How gently heaves th' expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So dies a wave along the shore. 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! 6 Life's labour done, as sinks the clay,
Light from its load the spirit flies ; While heaven and earth combine to say, How blest the righteous when he dies!
659 Heb. iv. 9.
The moment after death;
When yielding up their breath.