471.

8, 7 & 4. Mourner comforted.

Oliphant. Tamworth.

mf 1 JESUS, o'er the grave victorious,
Rose the first fruits from the dead,
Then to heav'n ascended glorious,
And the news through earth is spread:
Yes, our Savior

Rose the first fruits from the dead!

mp 2 Why, then, mourner, art thou weeping,
While the form, which thou didst love,
Safe in JESUS now is sleeping,
And will rise to heav'n above?
Yes, O mourner,

mf

Rise to dwell in heav'n above!

3 Cease, then, all thy bitter wailing:
Since thou mayst be soon removed,
Live for God, with faith unfailing,
Seek by Him to be approved;
So in glory

Thou shalt meet the form beloved!

ALLEN.

472.

8 & 7.

Mount Vernon. Greenville.

Mourners consoled.

1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to sorrow
For the lov'd one, now at rest:
Why from fancy will ye borrow
Thoughts to make your grief unblest?

2 Though the form, so lov'd and lovely,
Now doth sleep in narrow cell,
Sure 'tis gainful and behovely
Far from earthly wo to dwell.

3 It were sad and melancholy,
What no friend should wish to do,
Back to bring from raptures holy
One, that death has passed through:

4 One, that lives, beyond death's power,
In a world of pure delight;

One, that finds a peaceful bower
In yon heaven's glorious light!

Aff 5 Blessed JESUS! when we, dying,

473.

Seek thy guidance through the gloom,
Hear Thou, then, our earnest crying,
Bring us safely to our home!

ALLEN.

1 MOURNER! wert thou one, that dreameth
Of the grave as endless sleep,
Well indeed it then beseemeth
Thee with ceaseless tears to weep.

2 But, as thou art well persuaded,
All the dead again shall rise,
Why art thou by griefs invaded?
Why do tears bedew thine eyes?

mf 3 Hark! th' arch angel's trump is ringing!
Its shrill note doth pierce each grave:
Lo, the dead to life are springing ;
All, whom Jesus died to save!

mf

4 Dost thou see thy friend arising
In a glorious form most bright,
Destin'd,-O the thought surprising!-
E'er to dwell in heav'n's own light?

mp 5 Why then, mourner, art thou weeping?
Why do tears thine eyes bedew?
In good soil the seed is sleeping;
Soon the plant will greet the view!
mf 6 Risen Savior! let a gleaming

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From thy brightness reach our eye!
Wake us from our sinful dreaming;
Lead us to our home on high!

C. M.

ALLEN.

Nineveh. Wantage.

A Warning from the Grave.

1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head

Is equal warning given;

Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!

2 Death rides on ev'ry passing breeze,
And lurks in ev'ry flower;

Each season has its own disease,
Its peril ev'ry hour.

3 Turn, mortal, turn!—thy danger know ;—
Where'er thy foot can tread,

mp The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

4 Turn, christian, turn!-thy soul apply
To truths, which hourly tell,

That they, who underneath thee lie,

Shall live, for heav'n,-or hell! PRATT'S COLL.

475.

S. M.
Death.

Boylston. Utica.

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1 TO pass through death to life

Is dark and dang'rous way;

Yet who would shun the fearful strife,
That doth that life survey?

2 In all its amplitude

Where ocean is outspread,

I've often, musing, wond'ring stood
With awe and mighty dread.

9 I've seen the surges dash;

I've heard the ceaseless roar,

As on the rocks, with foaming crash,
They break along the shore.

mp 4 But far beyond the surge
I see the calm, blue deep;
To peril there no billows urge,
And terror there doth sleep.

The Christian's Farewell.

1 YE golden lamps of heav'n, adieu,
With all your feeble light;

And, changing moon, farewell to you,
Pale empress of the night.

mf 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed,

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My soul, that springs beyond thy ray,
No more demands thy aid.

3 Ye stars are but the shining floor
Of my divine abode,
The lowly pavement,
Of temple of my God!

and no more,—

4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
And ever clear, and fair, and bright
Shall be that endless day!

mf 5 There all his saints, with praises due,
Shall in one song unite;

And each the bliss of all shall view
With sweetness of delight. DODDRIDGE.

477.

(ii. 52.) C. M.

Elgin. Bangor,

Death dreadful or delightful.

1 DEATH! 't is a melancholy day,
To those, who have no God,
When the poor soul is forc'd away
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes,
For guilt, a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies

> To darkness, fire, and pain.

mp 3 Then, sinners, flee the path to hell,
Th'abyss of deep despair,

Lest ye be driv'n from earth, to dwell
A long FOREVER there!

mf 4 Blest be the God of sov'reign love,
Who promis'd heav'n to me,

And taught my soul to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.

Aff 5 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day;

Come, death, and some celestial band

To bear my soul away!

WATTS

478.

(ii. 28.)

C. M.

Elgin. Bangor.

Death and Eternity.

1 STOOP down, my thoughts, from fancy's flight,
Converse awhile with death,—

A gasping mortal in thy sight,
Who pants away his breath!

2 But O, the soul, that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

Ye thoughts, pursue it, where it flies,
And track its wondrous way.

mf 3 Up to the courts, where angels dwell,
It mounts triumphant there,

mp

Or down it sinks, where Satan fell,
In dark and deep despair.

- 4 And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

mf 0, for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

Aff 5 JESUS! to thy strong, faithful hand
My naked soul I trust;

My mould'ring flesh, at thy command,
Shall rise up from the dust!

WATTS.

Colchester. Canterbury.

C. M.
Death and Glory.

1 MY soul, come, meditate the day,

And think, how near it stands,

When thou must quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

2 O, could we die with those, who die,
And place us in their stead ;

Then should we mount to yonder sky,
To join the righteous dead.

3 Then should we see the saints above
In their own glorious forms,

And wonder, why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

WATTS.