345.

4 O Paradise, O Paradise,
I want to sin no more,
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts, &c.

"When thou passest through the waters I [DOUBLE 7s. will be with thee."-ISA. xliii. 2.

1 DEATHLESS principle, arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought,
To his glorious likeness wrought,
Go to shine before his throne,
Deck his mediatorial crown;
Go, his triumphs to adorn ;
Made for God, to God return.

2 Lo, he beckons from on high,
Fearless to his presence fly;
Thine the merit of his blood,
Thine the righteousness of God:
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow, bend :
Wait to catch the signal given,
And escort thee quick to heaven.

3 Is thy earthly house distress'd,
Willing to retain its guest?
'Tis not thou, but it must die—
Fly, celestial tenant, fly:

Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay,
Sweetly breathe thyself away;
Singing, to thy crown remove,
Swift of wing, and fired with love.

4 Shudder not to pass the stream;
Venture all thy care on him;
Him, whose dying love and power
Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar :
Safe is the expanded wave,
Gentle as the summer's eve;
Not one object of his care
Ever suffer'd shipwreck there1.

COMMUNION OF THE SICK.

"Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief."
MARK ix. 24.

346.

1

GOD of my salvation, hear,

2

3

And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near
Thy blessing to receive:
Full of sin, alas! I am,
But to thy wounds for refuge flee:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,
Thy grace is always nigh;
Now, as yesterday, the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Nothing have I, Lord, 'to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'st, am poor:
Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery

Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.

[P.M.

4

No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to gain thy grace;
Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy proffer I embrace:
Coming, as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

347. "If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me."-REV. iii. 20. Compare, also, SONG v. 2.

1 THE sun is set, the twilight's o'er,
The night-dews fall like rain :
A Prince stands at a suppliant's door,
And knocks, and knocks again.

2 I slumber; but my heart is moved
With joy and holy fear:

"Is it thy footstep, O beloved,
Thy hand, thy voice, I hear?"

3" "Tis I, thy Lord, who stand and wait
Beneath the darkening sky:

Arise, unbar, unclose the gate,
Fear nothing; it is I.

4 The bread of life is in my hand;
The wine of heaven I bring:
Fulfil my tenderest last command:
Thy Bridegroom is thy King.

5 Eat, drink; and muse in loving trust,
The while I sup with thee,

If this be heaven on earth, what must
My bridal banquet be."

[88. 6s.

The Order for the Burial of the Dead.

"GRANT THAT

THROUGH THE GRAVE AND GATE OF

DEATH WE MAY PASS TO OUR JOYFUL RESURRECTION."

348. "Ye sorrow not even as others which have no

hope."-1 THESS. iv. 13.

[P.M.

1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;

Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal 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 die, for the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion for

saking,

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.

349.

"The spirit shall return unto God who gave it." [P.M.

ECCLES. xii. 7.

1 BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown.

From the burden of the flesh,

And from care and fears released,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

2 The toilsome way thou'st travell❜d o'er,
And borne the heavy load;

But Christ hath taught thy languid feet
To reach his blest abode;

Thou art sleeping now like Lazarus
Upon his Father's breast,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest.

3 Sin can never taint thee now,
Nor doubt thy faith assail;

Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ
And the Holy Spirit fail.

And there thou'rt sure to meet the good

Whom on earth thou loved'st best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.