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Matt. 6:10.

JESUS, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say, thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we 're not forsaken; Though afflicted, not alone;

Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
Blessed Lord,-thy will be done.

3 Tho' to-day we 're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-thy will be done.
4 By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore,-thy will be done!

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Let me, underneath my weakness,
Feel the everlasting arms.

Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

6 Tarry with me, O my Saviour!
Lay my head upon thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me-
Morning of eternal rest!

CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Pain and death, and night and anguish
Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying

Lonely thro' night's deepening shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head.

3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never, never die.

4 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love;
Far removed from pain and anguish,
They are chanting hymns above.

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SEE the leaves around us falling,
Dry and withered to the ground;
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling,
In a sad and solemn sound :-
2 "Sons of Adam, once in Eden,
When like him, ye blighted fell,
Hear the lesson we are reading,

"T is alas! the truth we tell.

3 "Youth, on length of days presuming, Who the paths of pleasure tread, View us, late in beauty blooming, Numbered now among the dead.

4 "Though as yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let no cloudless skies deceive you, Summer gives to autumn place.

Tears and partings, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion;
Life is dear, but death is gain.

3 Ready with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of light to be;
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing joy and victory.

4 As the bird with warbling music
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,-

5 So the dying saint, departing,

Joyful takes his heavenward way; Life, and time, and gladness blending In the light of perfect day.

His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath purchased our pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan!

2 Ye souls that are wounded! oh, flee to the Saviour!

He calls you in mercy, 't is infinite favor; Your sins are increasing, escape to the mountain

His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 3 O Jesus ride onward, triumphantly glorious!

O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art more than victorious;

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Thy name is the theme of the great

congregation,

While angels and men raise the shout of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.

With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more;

We'll range the sweet plains on the banks of the river,

And sing of salvation forever and ever! Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc.

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1224 P.M. John 14:19. JESUS lives! no longer now

THERE is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground.

2 The storm that racks the wintry sky
No more disturbs their deep repose
Than summer evening's latest sigh,
That shuts the rose.

3 I long to lay this painful head

And aching heart beneath the soil; To slumber, in that dreamless bed, From all my toil.

4 The soul, of origin divine,

God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day.

5 The sun is but a spark of fire,

A transient meteor in the sky:
The soul, immortal as its Sire,
Shall never die.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, oli, 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 cars
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
"O Grave! where is thy victory?
O Death! where is thy sting?"

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