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L, M. Dedication of the heart to God.

Ps. lvii, 7; lxi, 8; cxvi, 18.
1 OH! HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice

On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,

And tell its raptures all abroad.
2 Oh! happy bond, that seals my vows

To Him, who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,

While to that sacred shrine I move, 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart,

Fix'd on this blissful centre, rest:
With ashes who would grudge to part,

When callid on angels' bread to feast. 4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renew'd shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.

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L. M.
T'he passing-bell.
Deut. xxxii, 29. 1 Sam. xx, 3. Heb. ii, 14, 15.
1 OFT as the bell with solemn toll

Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself:- Am I
Prepared, should I be call’d to die?

2 Only this frail and fleeting breath

Preserves me from the jaws of death;
Soon as it fails, at once I'm gone,

And plunged into a world unknown. 3 Lord Jesus ! help me now to flee,

And seek my hope alone in Thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,

Subdue my sin, and let me live.
4 Then, when the solemn bell I hear,

If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be-

Perhaps it next may toll for me. 5 Rather my spirit would rejoice,

And long, and wish, to hear thy voice;
Glad when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if Thou art mine.

C. M.


Sorrowing, not as those without hope.

2 Sam. xii, 23. 1 Thess. iv, 13-17. 1 Why do we mourn departed friends,

Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends

To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,

As fast as time can move?
Why should we wish the hours more slow,

That keep us from our love?
3 Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,

And sanctified its gloom.
4 The graves of all his saints He bless'd,

And soften'd ev'ry bed:
Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head?
5 Thence He arose, ascending high,

And shew'd our feet the way:
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly

At the great rising day.


L. M. Asleep in Jesus.

John xi, 11. 1 Thess. iv, 14. 1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!

From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturb'd repose,
Unruffled by the last of foes!


2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest !

Whose waking is supremely blest;
No tear nor cloud shall dim the hour,
That manifests a Saviour's power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet;
With humble confidence to sing,
That death hath lost its venom'd sting!

4 Asleep in Jesus! oh! for me

May such a blissful slumber be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.


P.M. Comfort when Christian friends depart.

1 Cor. xv, 19-22, 55-57. I Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not

deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness enc pass

the tomb; Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portals

before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide

through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer

behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by

thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to

enfold thee, And sinners may hope, for the Sinless has


3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion

forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in fear linger'd

long; But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy

waking, And the sound, which thou heard'st, was

the Seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not

deplore thee, Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian,

and Guide; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will

restore thee; And death has no sting, for the Saviour

has died.

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