478. (ii. 28.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor. Death and Eternity. 1 STOOP down, my thoughts, from fancy's flight, 2 But 0, the soul, that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it, where it flies, mf 3 Up to the courts, where angels dwell, mp Or down it sinks, where Satan fell, 4 And must my body faint and die? mf O, for some guardian angel nigh, Aff 5 JESUS! to thy strong, faithful hand My mould'ring flesh, at thy command, WATTS. Colchester. Canterbury. Death and Glory. 1 MY soul, come, meditate the day, And think, how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, 2 O, could we die with those, who die, Then should we mount to yonder sky, 3 Then should we see the saints above And wonder, why our souls should love WATTS. 480. mp aff 481. The Issues of Life and Death. 1 O, WHERE shall rest be found, 'Tis vain the ocean-depths to sound, The world can never give The bliss, for which we sigh; 2 Beyond this vale of tears ; 8 Lord God of truth and grace, Here would we end our quest; The life of perfect love,-the rest MONTGOMERY, 1 MAN is the child of wo, His days are fill'd with care, Till scythe shall lay his blossoms low, 2 The tree will sprout again, Though struck by feller's blow; 3 Man wastes away, and dies, 4 His sleep beneath the clod Is calm, and shall be so, Till comes the judgment day from God, mf mf L. M. ALLEN. Ramoth. 97th Psalm. Triumph over Death. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife 3 O, if my Lord to me would come, As sky-lark, mounting upward, sings! mp 4 JESUS can make a dying bed mf Feel soft as downy pillows are, While, strong in faith, and free from dread, mp> I breathe my life out sweetly there! WATTS. 483. (ii. 3.) C. M. Mear. China. Death of a Saint. 1 WHY weep we for departing friends? "T is but the voice, that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, As fast, as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our Love. 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4 The graves of all the saints He bless'd, Where should the dying members rest, 5 Thence He arose, ascended high, f 6 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound, WATTS. Bangor. Funeral Thought. At a Funeral. 1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound' "Ye living men, come view the ground, 2 "Princes! this clay must be your bed, The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Are we fast hast'ning to the tomb, Aff 4 0, grant us heav'nly pow'r afresh, Then, when we drop this dying flesh, < 485. (ii. 110.) WATTS. S. M. Cedron. Little Marlborough. Death and the Resurrection. 1 AND must this body die? This wondrous frame decay? And must these active limbs soon lie, 2 Though worms my frame devour, Till my returning spirit's hour 4 His sleep beneath the clod Is calm, and shall be so, Till comes the judgment day from God, ALLEN. Ramoth. 97th Psalm. Triumph over Death. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? What tim❜rous worms we, mortals, are! mf Death is the gate of endless joy; And yet we dread to enter there. mf 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife 3 0, if my Lord to me would come, As sky-lark, mounting upward, sings! mp 4 JEsus can make a dying bed mf Feel soft as downy pillows are, While, strong in faith, and free from dread, mp> I breathe my life out sweetly there! WATTS. 483. (ii. 3.) C. M. Mear. China. Death of a Saint. 1 WHY weep we for departing friends? 'T is but the voice, that Jesus sends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, As fast, as time can move? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble to convey There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4 The graves of all the saints He bless'd, |