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4 Or worn by slowly- rolling years Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears, The short- lived beauties die away.

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever- during bloom, Safe from diseases and decline.

DESCRIBING DEATH.

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour, If heaven must recompense our pains: Perish the grass, and fade the flower, If firm the word of God remains. P. M.

HYMN 46.

COME, let us anew our journey pursue,

Roll round with the

And never stand still till the Masterappear. 2 His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve,[ love. By the patience of hope, and the labour of 3 Our life is a dream; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 4 The arrow is flown; The moment is gone; The millennial year

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Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

5 O that each in the day of his coming may

say,

" I have fought my way through;

I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do."

that each from his Lord May receive the glad word,

" Well and faithfully done; Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

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HYMN 47.

L. M.

I DASS a few swiftly- fleeting years, And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare In that eternal house above; And, O my God, shall I be there? HYMN 48. 8's.

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A H, lovely appearance of death! What sight upon earth is so fair? Not all the gay pageants that breathe Can with a dead body compare: With solemn delight I survey

The corpse, when the spirit is fled, In love with the beautiful clay,

And longing to lie in its stead.

2 How blest is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burden his mind! How easy the soul that has left This wearisome body behind! Of evil incapable, thou,

Whose relics with envy I see, No longer in misery now,

No longer a sinner like me. 3 This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain. The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again: No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden this innocent clay: Extinct is the animal flame,

And passion is vanish'd away

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4 This languishing head is at rest, Its thinking and aching are o'er; This quiet immovable breast

Is heaved by affliction no more: This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beat,

It never shall flutter again.

5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in their mortal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep: The fountains can yield no supplies,

These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from these eyes And evil they never shall see.

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6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine,

And press to the issues of death, What now with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become! My spirit created anew,

My flesh be consign'd to the tomb!

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HYMN 49. 8's. DEJOICE for a brother deceased, R¹ Our loss is his infinite gain; A soul out of prison released,

And free from its bodily chain; With songs let us follow his flight, And mount with his spirit above, Escaped to the mansions of light, And lodged in the Eden of love.

2 Our brother the haven hath gain'd, Out- flying the tempest and wind; His rest he hath sooner obtain'd, And left his companions behind, Still toss'd on a sea of distress,

Hard toiling to make the blest shore, Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more.

3 There all the ship's company meet, Who sail'd with the Saviour beneath With shouting each other they greet, And triumph o'er trouble and death: The voyage of life's at an end,

The mortal affliction is past; The age that in heaven they spend, For ever and ever shall last.

HYMN 50.

7's.

LESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,

Thou, in thine abundant grace, Givest us the victory; True and faithful to thy word, Thou hast glorified thy Son, Jesus Christ, our dying Lord, He for us the fight hath won

2 Lo! the prisoner is released, Lighten'd of his fleshly load Where the weary are at rest, He is gather'd in to God! Lo! the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'er; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more.