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HYMN 129. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-Submission under bereaving Providences.
EACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death;
Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back the breath.

2 'Tis he, the Potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,

Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;
Yet scatters with unwearied hand
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our cov'nant God and Father he
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Silent we own Jehovah's name,
We kiss the scourging hand;
And yield our comforts and our life
To thy supreme command.

HYMN 180. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-A Saint prepared to die.

1 DEATH may dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home;

Why do my minutes move so slow,
Nor my salvation come?

2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord;

Finish'd my course, and kept the faith,
And wait the sure reward.

3 God hath laid up in heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;

The righteous Judge, at that great day,
Shall place it on my head.

4 Nor hath the King of

grace

This prize for me alone;

decreed

But all that love and long to see
Th' appearance of his Son.

5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe
From ev'ry ill design ;
And to his heav'nly kingdom take
This feeble soul of mine.

6 God is my everlasting aid,

And hell shall rage in vain ; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amen. HYMN 131. C. M.

Funeral Hymn.-A voice from the tombs.

1 HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears attend the cry:

"Ye living men, come view the ground,
"Where you must shortly lie.

2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
"In spite of all your tow'rs!
"The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
"Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure ?

Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 132. C. M.

Funeral Consolations.

*HEAR what the voice from heav'n declares

To those in Christ who die ! "Releas'd from all their earthly cares, "They reign with him on high." 2 Then, why lament departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms! Death's but the servant Jesus sends To call us to his arms.

3 If sin be pardon'd, we're secure,
Death hath no sting beside :

The law gave sin its strength and pow'r ;
But Christ, our ransom, died!

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd,
When in the grave he lay ;

And rising thence, their hopes he rais'd
To everlasting day!

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5 Then joyfully, while life we have,
To Christ, our life, we'll sing;
"Where is thy victory, O grave
"And where, O death, thy sting!"
HYMN 133. 8s. L. M.

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The life of faith.

HE moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucified Lord,
His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full thro' his blood.
2 The Christian is dead, yet he lives,
His life is with Christ, hid in God,
This life now, from Christ he derives,
And he lives by faith in his Lord.
?Tho' thousands and thousands of foes
Against him in malice unite,

Their rage he thro' Christ can oppose,
Led forth by the spirit to fight.

4 The faith, that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere fancy or name;
The work of God's Spirit it is.
5 It says to the mountains "depart,"
That stand betwixt God and the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,

The wounded in conscience makes whole.
6 Christ lives by his Spirit in them,
Whose hearts are renewed by grace;
And they, by their faith, live in him,
A life of pure joy, love, and peace.
HYMN 134. C. M.

The Walk of faith.

10 FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heav'nly frame;

And light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I sought the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins, that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from the throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So faith and light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

7 Faith purifies believers' hearts;
Faith always works by love
Receives with joy what Christ imparts,
And longs for things above.

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HYMN 135. L. M.

The Conflicts of faith.

JESUS, our soul's delightful choice,
In thee believing, we rejoice;

Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief,
While faith contends with unbelief.
2 Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive
But guilt and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.
3 Do thou the languid spark inflame,
That we may conquer in thy name;
And let not sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust.
4 Unequal to the conflict, Lord,

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Too weak to wield the shield or sword,
On thine almighty arm we fall;
Be thou our Jesus, and our all.

HYMN 136. L. M.

The Trials of faith.

PRAYED the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace;

Might more of his salvation know,
And seek more earnestly his face.

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