2

"Permit them to approach," he cries,
"Nor scorn their humble name;

"For 'twas to bless such souls as these,
"The Lord of angels came."

3 We bring them, Lord! in thankful hands,
And yield them up to thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are thine,
Thine let our offspring be.

4 Ye little flock with pleasure hear;
Ye children, seek his face;
And fly with transports to receive
The blessings of his grace

5 If orphans they are left behind,
Thy guardian care we trust;

That care shall heal our bleeding heart,

If weeping o'er their dust.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 95. C. M. Peterboro.

1 Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth,
The gift of saving grace,

And let the seed of sacred truth
Fall in a fruitful place.

2 Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,
Of pure and heav'nly root;
But fairest in the youngest shows,
And yields the sweetest fruit.

3 Ye careless ones O hear betimes
The voice of sovereign love!

Your youth is stained with many crimes,
But mercy reigns above.

4 True you are young, but there's a stone
Within the youngest breast,

Or half the crimes which you have done
Would rob you of your rest.

5 For you the public prayer is made,
Oh, join the public prayer!
For you the secret tear is shed,
Oh shed yourselves a tear.

6 We pray that you may early prove,
The Spirit's power to teach;

You cannot be too young to love
That Jesus whom we preach.

HYMN 96. C. M. Medfield.

Preparation for death.

1 As I must die-oh! let me die
With hope in Jesus blood-
The blood that saves from sin and guilt
And reconciles to God.

2 As I must die—oh!—let me die

In

peace with all mankind,

And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures more refined.

3 As I must die-O when I die
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear me on his friendly wing
To my celestial home.

4 Of Canaan's land from Pisgah's top,

May I but have a view;

Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks,

I'll boldly venture through.

COWPER

UNION HYMNS.

HYMN 97. C. M. Ferry.

On the death of children.

1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears, Flow o'er your children dead,

Say not in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy, and reverence, view,
A heavenly Parent nigh.

3 Though your young branches torn away,
Like wither'd trunks ye stand;
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom;
Touch'd by the Almighty's hand.

4 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place;
"No name of daughters and of sons,
"Could yield so high a grace.

5 "Transient and vain is every hope
"A rising race can give;

"In endless honor and delight,

"My children all shall live."

6 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears,

Thro' which thy face we see;

And bless those wounds which, thro' our hearts,

Prepare a way to thee.

DODDRIDGE

HYMN 98. C. M. Brattle Street.

Death of a young person.

1 When blooming youth is snatch'd away,
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O, may this truth, imprest

With awful pow'r-I too must die-
Sink deep in ev'ry breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more:
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour,
To-morrow death may come.

4 The voice of this alarming scene
May every heart obey;

Nor be the heavenly warning vain,
Which calls to watch and pray.

5 O! let us fly, to Jesus fly,

Whose powerful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave.

6 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing pow'r;

This only can prepare the heart,
For death's surprising hour.

STEELE.

HYMN 99. L. M. Wells.

Death of the saint and sinner.

1 What scenes of horror and of dread,
Await the sinner's dying bed!
Death's terrors all appear in sight,
Presages of eternal night!

2 His sins in dreadful order rise,

And fill his soul with sad surprise;
Mount Sinai's thunders stun his ears,
And not one ray of hope appears.

3 Tormenting pangs distract his breast,
Where'er he turns he finds no rest:

Death strikes the blow-he groans and criesAnd, in despair and horror-dies.

4 Not so the heir of heav'nly bliss:
His soul is fill'd with conscious peace;
A steady faith subdues his fear;
He sees the happy Canaan near.

5 His mind is tranquil and serene,
No terrors in his looks are seen;
His Saviour's smile dispels the gloom,
And smothes his passage to the tomb.

6 Lord! make my faith and love sincere,
My judgment sound, my conscience clear;
And when the toils of life are past,
May I be found in heaven at last.

FAWCETT.

HYMN 100. 8s. & 7s. Sicily.

Death of Christian Friends.

1 Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
O'er the grave of those you love,
Pain, and death, and night, and anguish,
Enter not the world above.

2 While our silent steps are straying,
Lonely, through nights deep'ning shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the immortal spirits head.

3 Light and peace at once deriving
From the hand of God most high,
In his glorious presence living,
They shall never―never die!

4 Endless pleasures, pain excluding,
Sickness there no more can come;
There, no fear of wo intruding,

Spreads o'er heav'n a moment's gloom.

5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish, O'er the graves of those ye love;

Far removed from pain and anguish,

They are chanting hymns above. UNION HYMNS.