Each season has its own disease, 3 Turn, mortal, turn!-thy danger know mp The earth rings hollow from below, 4 Turn, christian, turn!-thy soul apply That they, who underneath thee lie, Shall live, for heav'n,-or hell! PRATT'S COLL. 475. S. M. Boylston. Utica. f 1 TO pass through death to life Is dark and dang'rous way; Yet who would shun the fearful strife, 2 In all its amplitude Where ocean is outspread, I've often, musing, wond'ring stood 9 I've seen the surges dash ; I've heard the ceaseless roar, As on the rocks, with foaming crash, mp 4 But far beyond the surge 5 Once on the calm, blue sea, ALLEN. 476. C. M. Kendall. St. Johns. The Christian's Farewell. 1 YE golden lamps of heav'n, adieu, And, changing moon, farewell to you, mf 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed, My soul, that springs beyond thy ray, 3 Ye stars are but the shining floor & Of my divine abode, The lowly pavement, and no more,- 4 The Father of eternal light mf 5 There all his saints, with praises due, And each the bliss of all shall view 477. (ii. 52.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor, Death dreadful or delightful. 1 DEATH! 't is a melancholy day, 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes, Still drags her downward from the skies > To darkness, fire, and pain. mp 3 Then, sinners, flee the path to hell, Lest ye be driv'n from earth, to dwell mf 4 Blest be the God of sov'reign love, And taught my soul to soar above, Aff 5 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band To bear my soul away! WATTS. 478. (ii. 28.) C. M. Elgin. Bangor. Death and Eternity. 1 STOOP down, my thoughts, from fancy's flight, A gasping mortal in thy sight, 2 But O, the soul, that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it, where it flies, f 3 Up to the courts, where angels dwell, mp ► mf Or down it sinks, where Satan fell, 4 And must my body faint and die? Aff 5 JESUS! to thy strong, faithful hand My mould'ring flesh, at thy command, WATTS. 479. (ii, 61.) C. M. 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 3 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, ALLEN. Ramoth. 97th Psalm. Triumph over Death. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die? mf Death is the gate of endless joy; 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 Feel soft as downy pillows are, mf 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, |