Jesus smiles, and says,

"Well done,

“ Good and faithful servant, thou ; "Enter, and receive thy crown ; "Reign with me triumphant now."

FUNERAL.

HYMN 48.

BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven.

Our

eyes

have seen the rosy light

Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And death descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

Our eyes have seen the steps of

Halt feebly towards the tomb,

age

And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come?

Come, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given,

The bones that underneath thee lie,

Shall live for hell, or heaven.

HYMN 49.

HARK! 'tis the bell with solemn toll,
That speaks the spirit's flight
From earth to realms of endless day,
Of everlasting light.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,"

Sin's awful curse demands;
well! if pure before the throne
The soul accepted stands.

O well!-for if uncleans'd from guilt,
Through Christ's atoning blood,
With what dismay she now beholds
The presence of her God!

To live through an eternal death,
Eternal woe to bear !-
Father of mercy! God of grace !
Inspire, and hear our prayer.

From sin, the sting of death, and hell,
From enmity to Thee,
Extend Thine own Almighty arm,

To set the bond-slaves free.

HYMN 50.

OFT as the bell with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, "Am I

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Prepared, should I be call'd to die ?"

Then leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go,-
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

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.

Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me."

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Rather, my spirit would rejoice,

And long, and wish, to hear Thy voice; Glad when it bids me earth resign, Secure of heav'n, if Thou art mine.

HYMN 51.

O YE, who, with the silent tear
And sadden'd step assemble here,
To bear these cold, these lov'd remains,
Where dark and cheerless silence reigns ;
Your sorrows hush, your griefs dispel,
The Saviour lives,-and "all is well!"

Those eyes, indeed, are rayless now;
And pale that cheek, and chill that brow:
Yet could that lifeless form declare
The joys its soul is call'd to share,
How would those lips rejoice to tell,

The Saviour lives,—and "all is well !"

HYMN 52.

WHEN our heads are bow'd with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow;
When we mourn the lost, the dear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear :
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

When the sudden death-bell tolls
For our own departed souls,
When our final doom is near,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

Thou hast bow'd the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast fill'd a mortal bier :
Gracious Son of Mary, hear!

When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the Spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Son of Mary, hear !'

HYMN 53.

VITAL spark of heav'nly flame, Quit, Oh quit this mortal frame, Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.

Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!

What is this absorbs me quite ?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath,
Tell me, my soul, can this be death ?

The world recedes, it disappears;
Heav'n opens on my eyes-my ears
With sounds seraphic ring;

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Lend, lend your wings! I mount: I fly! O Grave, where is thy victory?

O Death, where is thy sting?

JUDGMENT.

HYMN 54.

AND will the Judge descend ?
And must the dead arise?

And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

And from His righteous lips

Shall this dread sentence sound :

And thro' the num'rous guilty throng,
Spread black despair around?

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