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Gav'st to red

Call us, by name,
And near Thee

2 But my Redeemer lives; And often, from the skies,

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Looks down to watch His children's dust,
Till He shall bid it rise.

Arrayed in glorious grace, Shall their vile bodies shine; And every shape, and every face, Look heavenly and divine.

These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore His grace below,
And sing His power above.

Great God, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs;

Till tunes of nobler sound we raise,
With our immortal tongues.

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DEAT

EATH has been here, and borne away brother from our side;

Just in the morning of his day,

As young as we he died.

2 Not long ago, he filled his place,
And sat with us to learn;

But he has run his mortal race,
And never can return.

3 Perhaps our time may be as short,
Our days may fly as fast;

O Lord, impress the solemn thought-
That this may be our last!.

4 We cannot tell who next may fall,
Beneath Thy chastening rod;
One must be first;-but let us all
Prepare to meet our God.

5 All needful strength is Thine to give;
To Thee our souls apply
For grace to teach us how to live,
And make us fit to die.

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1 Chron. xxix. 15. C.M.

STEELE.*

HEN blooming youth is snatched away
By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While sorrow prompts the rising sigh,
may this truth, impressed

With awful power, "I too must die'
Sink deep in every breast!

3 The voice of such alarming call
May every heart obey;

Nor vain the heavenly warning fall
Which leads to watch and pray.

40 let us fly-to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.

5 Great God, Thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing power;
And thus prepare each youthful heart
For death's most solemn hour!

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THEN, by our Maker's high command,
The stroke of death's relentless hand-

Or sudden, or consuming slow,

Has laid a young companion low,

20 may the voice-Arise, depart!
Pierce deep this cold, this careless heart,
And lead my soul to seek her rest
Where Jesus smiles upon the blest.

3 May I, by faith, perceive the day
When earth and skies shall pass away,
And quickly to that Saviour flee
Who pities sinners-even me!

4 O let this pity, and this love,
Saviour divine! my spirit move;
That, living, I may live to Thee,
And, dying, Thy salvation see.