The Grave Destroyed. 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 2. No pain, no grief, no anxious fear, 3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son WATTS. Pass'd through the grave and bless'd the bed; 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! 148 8 & 7s. M. S. F. SMITH. Death of a Young Girl. 1 SISTER, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber- Thou no more our songs shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us; But 'tis God that hath bereft us: 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, 149 7 & 6s. M. C. WESLEY. Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend. 1 FAREWELL, thou once a mortal, Our poor, afflicted friend; 2 The Author of thy being Hath summoned thee away; 3 With those that went before thee, Who shine in sacred story, Thy soul hath found its place. 4 Acquainted with their sadness, Thou sharest now their gladness, 5 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; we alone must bear; That They cannot, cannot leave thee, 6 From all thy care and sorrow And we shall mount to-morrow, 150 Feasts and fasts. 7s. M. For Advent or Christmas. BOWRING. 1 WATCHMAN! tell us of the night; 2 Watchman! tell us of the night; Gild the spot that gave them birth? See! it bursts o'er all the earth. |