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945.* T. 168. 2 Christ is risen from the dead,
Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour; MAKE my calling and election,
Of what should I be afraid ! Jesus, ev'ry day more sure;
I with him shall live for ever.
Can the HEAD forsake his limb,
3 No, my soul he cannot leave, When in thee I end my race
This, this is my consolation; Weeping shall for ever cease.
And my body in the grave
Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal Aesh shall see
4 Closely by love's sacred bands The Lamb to follow;
I am join'd to him already,
faith's outstretched hands Each step to hallow,
To embrace my Lord are ready; And thus await the time
Death itself shall never part
Mine and my Redeemer's heart.
5 Flesh I bear, and therefore must To live for ever,
Unto dust be once reduced,
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I shall be to life produced, THEE we love and long to see,
And, convey'd to endless bliss,
Live where my Redeemer is.
6 In my body, when restor'd But the favor
To the likeness of his body, To have thee, tho' still unseen, I shall see my God, my Lord, Ever near us doth revive and cheer My Beloved in his glory;
In my flesh eternally
My Redeemer I shall see.
7 These mine eyes most certainly
Shall behold and know my Saviour, OUR conversation is in heav'n,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I, Whence also we expect
Him to see shall have the favor :.
Ever shall be done away.
8 What here sickens, sighs and groans, A glorious body, form’d for realms
Thereo'er deathshall prove victorious; Of everlasting bliss.
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heav'nly they shall rise, and glorious:
What is natural, sown here, 949.* T. 83. Shall once spiritual rise there. CHRIST, my Roek, my sure Defence, 9 Let us raise our minds above Jesus, my Redeemer liveth!
This world's lusts, vain, transitory, O! what pleasing hopes from thence Cleave to him ev'n here in love, My believing heart' deriveth!
Whom we hope to see in glory: Else death's long and gloomy night
May our minds tend constantly Would my guilty soul affright Where we ever wish to be.
12 Humbly, Lord Christ, I thee address; 950-* T. 22.
Ah! clothe me in thy righteousness ;
Within thy wounds I crave a place, My life I now to God resign, There is my only happiness. At bis decree I'll not repine, Will he prolong my mournful days,
13 Amen ! thou sov'reign God of love, He'll help me, well to end my race.
O grant that when we hence remove,
Our souls, redeemed by thy blood, 2 I go hence at th' appointed hour, May find in thee their sure abode! Nor would I wish to go before, My hairs the Lord hath number'd all,
T. 22. Without his will not one can fall. LORD Jesus, Fountain of my life! 3 Lord, what is man! a clod of earth, Sole comfort in this world of strife !
I come both A needy mortal from his birth,
opprest, Brought nothingwith him when he came, And pray, Lord, take my soul to rest! And naked leaves this earthly frame. 2 When I shall yield my dying breath, 4. Teach us to number so our days,
Support me by thy bitter death; That we apply to wisdom's ways,
Thy mercy is my only plea ; Knowing how swift our moments Ay, Thy bonds have gain'd my liberty. That all, both young and old, must die. 3 By all thou hast for me endurd, 5 This is the fruit of Adam's fall;
Thou hast eternal life procur’d;. Death, like a conqu’ror, seiz'd on all; Thy shame, reproach and thorny crown, Sin gives him pow's, there is no place, Gain’d for me glory and renown! Exempt from his continual chace. 4 Thy stripes have me,a sinner, heald; 6 Evil and few, as Jacob says,
My pardon with thy blood is seal'd; Alas! I count my pilgrim-days;
Thy agony, thy dying breath When God shall call his servant home, Redeem'd me from eternal death. In hope of joy I'll meet the tomb.
5 Unto my heart when speech I want, 7 How could I bear the guilt of sin,
The uttrance of thy Spirit grant : Assailing me without, within, O that my soul to heav'n may risé, Did I not know, God gave his Son,
When death in darkness seals my eyes. Who did for all my sins atone! 6 What songs of everlasting joy 8 'Tis he, my Saviour Jesus Christ,
Shall mine and angel's tongues employ! Who for my sins was sacrific'd,
How shall we to eternity
952. T. 22. 9 To him I yield my life and breath,
CHRIST's bitter death shall'sweeten His love will guide my soul thro' death, My soul I to his care resign; (mine; And bring me to that blissful piace,
Since he laid down his life for me, Where I shall see him face to face.
He'll keep me to eternity. 10 My flesh meanwhile doth restinhope, 2 How glad am I, that I have known Till in his likeness raised up;
What he to ransom me hath done! Out of his hands no dust shall fall,
How glad am I, that I believe, My body he'll to life recall.
Die when I will, he'll me receive! 11 This gives me comfort and relief, 3 Thanks be to thee, my gracious Lord, In all my greatest pain and grief; That thou hast all my curse endur'd; He'll wipe away my ev'ry tear,
Nor doth the grave to me appear When he in glory shall appear.
A terror, since thou tedśt there,
5 God gives the victory; JESUS, by thy almighty pow'r
To him due thanks be paid; My soul from death deliver,
For we are conqu’rors when we die,
Thro' Christ our living Head. .
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WHEN I shall gain permission 2 Tho' guilt would fill my soul with
To leave this mortal tent, dread,
And get from pain dismission, Despair and consternation,
Jesus ! thyself present; I know I need not be afraid,
And let me, when expiring, Since Christ is my salvation [death,
Recline upon thy breast, His precious blood, his wounds and Thus I shall be acquiring Shall, when I draw my latest breath,
Eternal life and rest.
Convey my soul into thy hands,
When soul and body sever ; In him, who for me liv’d and dy'd,
My body, tho' reduc'd to dust, I've found life everlasting.
Thou wilt (O Lord, I firmly trust)
Once raise to live for ever. 4 Since he did from the dead arise,
Then shall I see thee face to face, And then ascend victorious,
In everlasting joy and peace,
And sing, with all the saints above,
The wonders of redeeming love.
O Christ, my Lord, ://: I'll thee adore
Here, and above, for evermore, And live with him for ever.
954. T. 582.
T. 582. THE spirits of the just,
CONFIDING in thy name,
Jesus, the church's Head,
Rememb'ring thou wast dead: 2 Jesus, who came to save,
A bitter death indeed (The Lamb for sinners slain,)
Was thine, O Lamb of God;
By thy atoning blood. 3 Why should we fear to trust
2 O death where is thy sting? The place where Jesus lay?
O grave, thy victory? He'll raise our bodies from the dust,
He that believes in Christ can sing: And unto life convey.
6. He hath redeemed me!” 4 Sin's pardon'dI'm secure;
Trusting in him by faith Death hath no sting beside :
We now the vict'ry gain ; The law gives sin condemning pow'r, In him we triumph over death, Bat Jesas for me dy'd.
Who for us rose again,
958. T. 102.
12 Nought can disturb this heir of life, WHERE is this infant ? It is gone
! All worldly cares are fled;
And he's now perfected.
[care. It proves, he doth bear
961.* This lamb in his bosom, 'tis safe in his BLEST soul, how sweetly dost thou 2 He took such in his arms on earth,
Bliss far beyond compare !
2 His suff'rings have deliver'd thee Whene'er he sees best
From mis’ry, woe and death; For them to come to him, and with His word, “ 'Tis finish'd !" proy'd to him to rest.
be 3 This infant rests now happily
The triumph of thy faith. In Christ the Source of our salvation ! 3 Now to the earth let these remains Rejoicing to eternity,
In hope committed be! Join'd to the perfect congregation.
Until the body chang'd obtains
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Our pray'rs, when dying, thee attend Are called to heaven, O that's a great ed, blessing !
Thou'st ended Removed from danger and woe, they Thy mortal life, and now always for ever
Beholdest Jesus face to face ; Rejoice in the presence of Jesus their The holy angels did convey Saviour.
Thy soul to realms of endless day,
There bless thee, God the Father, and 960. T. 14
the Son, How sweetly this our brother sleeps, And Holy Ghost, Jehovah Three in Enjoying endless peace,
One, The grave, wherein his Saviour lay, Thou there ador'st the Lamb that sitIs now his resting-place.
teth on the throne,
XXXIX. Of Christ's Coming to Judgment.
964. T. 581. Tis sure that awful time will come,
HARK! the trump of God is heard, When Christ, the Lord of glory,
And th' archangel's voice on high; Shall from his throne give men their Yea, the Lord himself descends doom,
With a shout that rends the sky;
Lo! the bars of death are burst,
See the dead in Christ rise first;
And heav'n and earth dissolved, In a moment chang'd, all rise 2 The wak’ning trumpet all shall hear, In the clouds, caught up with them, The dead shall then be raised,
Meet their Saviour in the skies; And 'fore the judgment-seat appear,
Fears and doubts are far remov'd, On th' right and left hand placed;
Him they see, whom here they lov'd. Those in the body at that time 3 See this transient mortal life Shall, in a manner most sublime, Swallow'd up eternally! Endure a transmutation.
Death, O death, where is thy sting? 3 Woe then to him, that hath despis’d, Thanks to God, thro’ Christ we have
Where, Ograve, thy victory?
Vict'ry over death and grave.
4. Now all tears are wip'd away; Then how confounded will he stand, Free from curse and free from pain, When he must go,at Christ's command, All Christ's people now with him To everlasting torment!
Kings and priests for ever reign. 4 When all with awe shall stand around Henceforth his unbounded grace To hear their doom allotted,
Is their theme of endless praise. O may my worthless name be found 5 In the hope of all this joy,
In the Lamb's book unblotted; Brethren, let us still be found; Grant me that firm, unshaken faith Stedfast in the faith of Christ, That thou, my Saviour, by thy death May we all in love abound,
Hast purchas'd my salvation. Till we shall, when time is o'er, 5 Before thou shalt as judge appear,
Live with him for evermore. Plead as my Intercessor;
965. T. 585. And on that awful day declare That I am thy confessor,
LO! he cometh! countless trumpets Then bring me to that blessed place
Christ's appearance usher in! Where I shall see, with open face,
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels The glory of thy kingdom.
See our Judge and Saviour shine !
Hallelujah! :/: 6 O Jesus, shorten the delay,
Welcome, welcome, slaughter'd Lamb! And hasten thy salvation, That we may see that glorious day 2 Now the song of all the saved, Produce a new creation :
Worthy is the Lamb! resounds: Lord Jesus, come, our Judge and King, Now resplendent shine his nail-prints, Come, change our mournful notes, to Ev'ry eye shall see his wounds! sing
They who pierc'd him :Il: Thy praise for ever! Amen. Shall at his appearing wail.