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How make mine own election sure,
And, when I fail on earth, secure

A mansion in the skies !
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray :
Be Thou my Guide, be Thou my Way

To glorious happiness !
Ah, write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.

L.M. C. WESLEY. 1762.
CHRINKING from the cold hand of death,
D I too shall gather up my feet;
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath,

And die, my father's God to meet. 2 Numbered among Thy people, I

Expect with joy Thy face to see :
Because Thou didst for sinners die,

Jesus, in death, remember me ! 3 O that without a lingering groan,

I may the welcome word receive; My body with my charge lay down,

And cease at once to work and live! 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade,

And certify that Thou art mine ; My spirit, calm and undismayed,

I shall into Thy hands resign. 5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom,

Shall damp whom Jesu's presence cheers ; My light, my life, my God is come,

And glory in his face appears. 416 (130)

L.M. S. WESLEY, JUN. 1736.
THE morning flowers display their sweets,
1 And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,

As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's unkindly blast,

Parched by the sun's directer ray,

OS Pr broke glory

The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows : Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. 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.
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.

C.M.: HEBER. 1827.
DENEATH our feet, and o'er our head.
D Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead;

Above us is the heaven.
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,

He lurks in every flower ;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour.
3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light

Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night

On manhood's middle day.
4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age

Halt feebly towards the tomb;'
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,

And dreams of days to come ?
5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know,

Where'er thy foot can tread ;

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The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead.
6 Turn, Christian, turn; thy soul apply

To truths divinely given;
The dead, which underneath thee lie,

Shall live for hell or heaven.

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L.M.

STEELE. 1760.
ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
A Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,

And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ;

A little point my life appears ;
How frail at best is dying man !

How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 3 Vain his ambition, noise and show ;

Vain are the cares which rack his mind;
He heaps up treasures mix'd with woe,

And dies and leaves them all behind. 4 O be a nobler portion mine!

My God! I bow before Thy throne :
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,

And fix my hopes on Thee alone.

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C.M. . Watts. 1709. UEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims

1 For all the pious dead : Sweet is the savour of their names,

And soft their dying bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd :

How kind their slumbers are !
From sufferings and from woes released,

And freed from every snare.
3 Far from this world of toil and strife,

They're present with the Lord ;
The labours of their mortal life

End in a great reward.

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L.M. 6 lines. C. WESLEY. 1762.
"Into Thy hands I commend my spirit."
JESUS, was ever love like Thine ?
s Thy life a scene of wonders is ;
Thy death itself is all divine,

While, pleased Thy spirit to dismiss,
Thou dost out of the flesh retire,

And like the Prince of Life expire.
2 Ah! grant me, Lord, in death to find,

That death is swallowed up in Thee,
While on Thy loving breast reclined

I gasp for immortality,
Purchased by Thine expiring groan,

And feel it in my heart made known.
3 Ah! Saviour, now in me reveal

The' eternal life Thou dost bestow,
And when my mortal foe I feel,

I'll trample on my mortal foe,
Into Thine hands my spirit give,

And long as my Redeemer live.
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88 & 78. C. WESLEY. 1749. APPY soul, thy days are ended,

All thy mourning days below :
Go, by angel guards attended,

To the sight of Jesus, go !
Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo! the Saviour stands above;
Shows the purchase of His merit,

Reaches out the crown of love.
2 Struggle through thy latest passion

To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To His uttermost salvation,

To His everlasting rest.
For the joy He sets before thee,

Bear a momentary pain;
Die, to live the life of glory,

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign

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78 & 6s. C. WESLEY. 1744.
TAPPY who in Jesus live;
n But happier still are they
Who to God their spirits give,

And 'scape from earth away : .
Lord, Thou read'st the panting heart;
Lord, Thou hear'st the praying sigh;
O'tis better to depart,

'Tis better far to die !
2 Yet, if so Thy will ordain,

For our companions' good,
Let us in the flesh remain,

And meekly bear the load:
When we have our grief filled up,
When we all our work have done,
Late partakers of our hope,

And sharers of Thy throne.
3 To Thy wise and gracious will

We quietly submit,
Waiting for redemption still,

But waiting at Thy feet;
When Thou wilt the blessing give,
Call us up Thy face to see;
Only let Thy servants live,
And let us die, to Thee.

78 & 6s. C. Wesley. 1763. W HERE shall true believers go,

W When from the flesh they Ay?
Glorious joys ordained to know,

They mount above the sky,
To that bright celestial place;
There they shall in raptures live,
More than tongue can e'er express,

Or heart can e'er conceive.
2 When they once are entered there,

Their mourning days are o'er ;
Pain, and sin, and want, and care,

And sighing are no more ;

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