My soul will mount to her at last,
And there my child I'll see.

6 Prepare me, blessed Lord, to share
The bliss thy people prove;
Who round thy glorious throne appear,
And dwell in perfect love.

HYMN 128. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-Comfort for pious Parents bereaved of their Children.

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E mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead;

Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 If, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view
A heav'nly parent nigh.

3 Tho', your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand;
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by the Almighty's hand.

4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place:
"No names of daughters nor of sons
"Could yield so high a grace.

5 "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
"A rising race can give:

"In endless honour and delight

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My children all shall live."

6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,

Thro' which thy face we see;

And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts
Prepare a way for thee.

HYMN 129. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-Submission under bereaving provides EACE! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand That blasts our joys in death;

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Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back the breath.

2 "Tis he, the Potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,

Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 "Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;

Yet scatters with unwearied hand
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our cov❜nant God and Father he,
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Silent we own Jehovah's name,
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life
To thy supreme command.

HYMN 130. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-A Saint prepared to die.
EATH may dissolve my body now,
And bear my spirit home;

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Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

2 With heav'nly weapons, I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.

3 God hath laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

Nor hath the King of

grace

This prize for me alone;

decreed

But all that love and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.

Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,
And hell shall rage in vain;
'To him be highest glory paid,
And endless praise. Amen.

HYMN 131. C. M.

Funeral Hymn-A voice from the tombs.

HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound
My ears attend the cry:

"Ye living men, come view the ground,
"Where you must shortly lie.

2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your tow'rs!

"The tall, the wise, the rey'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?

Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

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HYMN 132. C. M.

Funeral Consolations.

EAR what the voice from heav'n decla To those in Christ who die! "Releas'd from all their earthly cares,

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They reign with him on high.”

2 Then, why lament departed friends,
Or shake at death's alarms!
Death's but the servant Jesus sends
To call us to his arms.

3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure,
Death has no sting beside:

The law gave sin its strength and pow'r; But Christ, our ransom, died!

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, When in the grave he lay;

And rising thence, their hopes he rais'd
To everlasting day!

5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing;
"Where is thy victory, O grave!
"And where, O death, thy sting!"

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HYMN 133. 8s. L. M.

The life of faith.

THE moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucified Lord,
His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full thro' his blood.
2 The Christian is dead, yet he lives,
His life is with Christ, hid in God,
This life now, from Christ he derives,
And he lives by faith in his Lord.

3 Tho' thousands and thousands of foes
Against him in malice unite,

Their rage he thro' Christ can oppose,
Led forth by the spirit to fight.

The faith, that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere fancy or name;
The work of God's Spirit it is.

5 It says to the mountains "depart,"
That stand betwixt God and the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,

The wounded in conscience makes whole 6 Christ lives by his Spirit in them, Whose hearts are renewed by grace; And they, by their faith, live in him, A life of pure joy, love, and peace.

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HYMN 134. C. M.

The Walk of faith.

FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
And light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I sought the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But now I find an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins, that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,