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O that my heart might dwell aloof
From all created things,

And learn that wisdom from above,
Whence true contentment springs!

2 Courage, my soul, thy bitter cross,
In ev'ry trial here,

Shall bear thee to thy heaven above,
But shall not enter there.

The sighing ones that humbly seek
In sorrowing paths below,
Shall in eternity rejoice,

Where endless comforts flow.

3 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er,
Of sublunary care,

And life's dull vanities no more,
This anxious breast ensnare.
Courage, my soul, on God rely,
Deliv'rance soon will come,
A thousand ways has Providence,
To bring believers home.

4 E'er first I drew this vital breath,
From nature's prison free,
Crosses in number, measure, weight,
Were written, Lord, for me:

But thou, my shepherd, friend, and guide,
Hast led me kindly on,
Taught me to rest my fainting head
On Christ, the corner-stone.

5 So comforted, and so sustain'd,
With dark events I strove,

And found, when rightly understood,
All messengers of love;
With silence and submissive awe,
Ador'd a chast'ning God,

Rever'd the terrors of his law,
And humbly kiss'd the rod.

Alderton.] HYMN 548. 4 8's & 2 6's.

1 OW happy is the pilgrim's lot;

How free from ev'ry anxious thought.
From worldly hope and fear!
Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 This happiness in part is mine,
Already sav'd from low design,
From every creature-love!
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,
And seeks the things above.
3 The things eternal I pursue;
A happiness beyond the view
Of those that basely pant
For things by nature felt and seen;
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean,
I neither have nor want.

4 I have no babes to hold me here;
But children more securely dear
For mine I humbly claim:
Better than daughters or than sons,
Temples divine, of living stones,
Inscrib'd with Jesu's name.

5 No foot of land do I possess ;
No cottage in this wilderness:
A poor way-faring man,
I lodge awhile in tents below;
Or gladly wander to and fro,
Till I my Canaan gain.

6 Nothing on earth I call my own;
A stranger to the world, unknown,
I all their goods despise ;

I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a city out of sight,
A city in the skies.

7 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;

For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!

8 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies;
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

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Holstein.] HYMN 549. 8 lines 8's.
TILL out of the deepest abyss
Of trouble, I mournfully cry:
And pine to recover my peace,
And see my Redeemer and die.
I cannot, I cannot forbear,

These passionate longings for home;
O! when shall my spirit be there;
O! when will the messenger come.

2 Thy nature I long to put on,

Thine image on earth to regain :
And then in the grave to lay down
This burden of body and pain.
O Jesus, in pity draw near,
And lull me to sleep on thy breast,
Appear, to my rescue appear,
And gather me into thy rest!

3 To take a poor fugitive in,

The arms of thy mercy display,
And give me to rest from all sin,
And bear me triumphant away;

Away from a world of distress,
Away to the mansions above;
The heaven of seeing thy face-
The heaven of feeling thy love.

FUNERAL HYMNS.

Abridge.] HYMN 550. C. M.

1 HEE we adore, Eternal Name,

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Tand humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase:
And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round and steals away
The breath that first it gave:
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're trav'lling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

5 Great God, on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy or endless wo

Attends on every breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

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Egypt.] HYMN 551. S. M.

FIRST PART.

AND am I born to die?

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To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought;
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!

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Soon as from earth I
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or wo

Must then my portion be;
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,

And see the judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing meet?
Will angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there?

Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest?

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