6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But there is still a blessed sleep,

p 1

From which none ever wakes to weep.

HYMN 456. S. M.

Olmutz. [*]

On the Death of an aged Minister.

SERVA

ERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

2 The voice at midnight came,
He started up to hear;

A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.

p 3 The pains of death are past,
Labour and sorrow cease;

And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.

4 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ,

And while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]

1

Funeral.

P1BI equal warning given:

ENEATH our feet and o'er our head

Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!

2 Their names are graven on the stone,
Their bones are in the clay :
And ere another day is gone,

Ourselves may be as they.

3 Death rides on every passing breeze, And lurks in every flower:

Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour!

4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly to the tomb;

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

6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know:
Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead!

-7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given:

The forms which underneath thee lie,
Shall live, for hell or heaven!

PRATT'S COL.

HYMN 458. L. M. Monmouth. [b or *] The Day of Judgment.

g 1

THE

HE day of wrath! that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away!

-What power shall be the sinner's stay?
How shall he meet that dreadful day—

2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heavens together roll;
And, louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead?
a 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgment wakes from clay,
Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay,

p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. SCOTT. HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*] Christ's Second Coming.

е

1H Death falls beneath his sword;

E comes! the Conqueror comes!

The joyful prisoners burst the tombs,
And rise to meet their Lord.

2 The trumpet sounds, "Awake! "Ye dead, to judgment come !" The pillars of creation shake,

While man receives his doom.

3 Thrice happy morn for those Who love the ways of peace: No night of sorrow e'er shall close, Or shade their perfect bliss.

HYMN 460. S. M. Watchman. [bor *] 1HOU Judge of quick and dead,

T Before whose bar severe,

With holy joy, or guilty dread,
We all shall soon appear;
2 Our cautioned souls prepare
For that tremendous day;
And fill us now with watchful care,
And stir us up to pray.

3 O may we all be found
Obedient to thy word;
Attentive to the trumpet's sound,
And looking for our Lord!

4 O may we all ensure

A lot among the blest;

And watch a moment to secure

An everlasting rest.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*]

#1HE Convent trumpet speaks him near:

E comes! he comes! the Judge severe !

His lightnings flash; his thunders roll;
How welcome to the faithful soul !

u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound;
See the Almighty Jesus crowned!
Girt with omnipotence and grace;
And glory decks the Saviour's face.
3 Descending on his azure throne,
He claims the kingdoms for his own:
The kingdoms all obey his word,
And hail him their triumphant Lord.
84 Shout, all the people of the sky!
And all the saints of the Most High:
Our Lord, who now his right obtains,
Forever and forever reigns.

HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4.

WESLEY'S COL.

Tamworth. [*]

g1LO! comes; red sinners gain,

1 O! he comes with clouds descending,

Thousand, thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of his train:
Hallelujah!-

Jesus comes, he comes to reign.

2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty ;

Those who set at nought and sold him,

Pierced and nailed him to the tree,
Deeply wailing—

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 Every island, sea, and mountain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away;
All who hate him must, confounded,
Hear the trump proclaim the day;
Come to judgment!

Come to judgment' come away!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thine eternal throne!
Saviour! take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own!
Oh come quickly-
Hallelujah! Come, Lord, come!

OLIVER.

HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b]

Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life.

et THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured King,

Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay,

p Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,

The storms of life shall beat.

-4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,
Our Father's care shall keep,

o Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep.

p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays,

u

And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.

H. K. WHITE

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HYMN 464. C. M.
C. M. Archdale. [*]

The Resurrection of the Christian.

MY faith shall triumph o'er the grave,

And trample on the tombs:

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives,
My God, my Saviour comes;
Ere long I know he shall appear,
In power and glory great;
And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

e 2 Then though the worms my flesh devour,
And make my form their prey,
I know I shall arise with power,
On the last judgment day:

When God shall stand upon the earth,
Him there mine eyes shall see;

My flesh shall feel a second birth,

And ever with him be.

p 3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye;

And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
Shall cease eternally.

o How long, dear Saviour! O, how long

Shall this bright hour delay!

8 O, hasten thy appearance, Lord, And bring the welcome day.

WATTS.

HYMN 465. C. M. St. Ann's. [* or t

e 1 JESUS, to thy dear wounds we flee, We seek thy bleeding side;

-Assured that all who trust in thee

Shall evermore abide.

u 2 Then let the thundering trumpet souna, The latest lightning glare;

e The mountains melt; the solid ground Dissolve as liquid air;

e

o 3 The huge celestial bodies roll,

Amidst that general fire,

And shrivel as a parchment scroll,
And all in smoke expire!

-4 Yet still the Lord, the Saviour reigns,
When nature is destroyed,

And no created thing remains
Throughout the flaming void.