AUTUMN. 8s & 7s. 1st time. 2nd & 3d times. 1.{ See the leaves a-round us falling, Dry and withered, to the ground, 2. Youth, on length of days presuming, 5. On the tree of life eternal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 1174. Ss & 7s. HORNE. 1. 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 through night's deepening shade, From the hand of God most high, Sickness, there, no more can come; COLLYER. 1175. 8s & 7s. 1. CEASE here longer to detain me, Fondest mother, drowned in woe, 2. See yon orient streak appearing, 3. Yet to leave thee sorrowing pains me 1176. 7s & 4s. 1. WHEN the vale of death appears, 2. Upward from this dying state, I will join the immortal choir. With the ransomed, Thou wilt own my worthless name! 1. Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee, And all the midnight shadows flee, Tinged are the distant b skies with glo-ry, A beacon light hung out for thee; Arise, arise! the light breaks o'er thee, Thy name is graven on the throne, Thy home is in the world of glory, Where thy Redeemer reigns alone. 9: 1177. 9s & 8s. 1. CHRISTIAN, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee, And all the midnight shadows flee, 2. Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless, stand, For lo! beyond those scenes emerges The hights that bound the promised land. Behold! behold! the land is nearing, Where the wild sea-storm's rage is o'er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering, See in what throngs they range the shore! 3. Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o'er thee, Bright as the summer's noon-tide ray, The star gemm'd crowns and realms of glory Invite thy happy soul away; Thy name is graven on the throne; 2. With joy shall I behold the day, And leads me to His rest! 3. E'en now, to my expecting eyes I view her mansions, that contain Here, crowned with everlasting joy, 1179. C. P. M. MERRICK. 1. IF death my friend and me divide, Or frown my tears to see: 2. I feel a strong, immortal hope, 3. Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing shall restore, Which death hath snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend, In that eternal day. 1180. C. P. M. C. WESLEY. 1. THE Lord into His garden comes, The spices yield a rich perfume, The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus, flow to every vine, And make the dead revive. 2. Come, brethren, you who love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of His word, In Jesus' word go on; Our troubles and our trials here 3. We feel that heaven is now begun, 4. There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring, When all the saints get home. 1. How happy is the pilgrim's lot! How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear! Confined to nei - ther court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to 2. This happiness in part is mine, And seeks the things above. 3. There is my house and portion fair: 4. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies; 1182. C. P. M. J. WESLEY. 1. WE suffer with our Master hereBut shall before His face appear, And by His side sit down; To patient faith the prize is sure; 2. The great, mysterious Deity, Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with And wide diffuse the golden blaze 3. The Father, shining on His throne, 4. In hope of that ecstatic pause, C. WESLEY. |