301. When sickness robb'd thee of thy bloom, And plung'd us in despair; When death had deck'd thee for the tomb, But O, how bright and free from strife 302. Go forward, Christian, on thy heavenly pilgrimage. Though a crown and a crucifix should be placed before thee, let not the one tempt nor the other deter thee from thy path. Tremble not at death, it shall end thy sorrows; fear not the grave, it is the portal of immortality: thy home, thy heaven is before thee, where He who redeemed thy life from destruction, shall crown thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies. 303. While harden'd sinners waste their souls in sighs, The humble Christian on his God relies, 304. O fear thou not, Christian, to die; The labourer that rests through the gloom, And ere long wilt thou spring from the tomb, 305. Many were the days of his pilgrimage; and his grey hairs reminded us, not only that he had walked long with God on earth, but that he would soon dwell with Him in heaven. 306. Sun, moon, and stars, a glorious scene, But moon and stars shall lose their light, When thou shalt live in glory bright 307. Should the gilded toys of infancy afford amusement to manhood? Are the perishable baubles of the world fit objects to occupy an immortal soul? 308. O waste not thy strength in attempting to gain What will merely give ease in a moment of pain, In a storm prove a shelter, or skreen from a blast; But seek that which will "bring a man peace at the last." 309. He doubted not, while this vain world he trod, 310. Though setting suns on other graves may shine, My father, and my mother! ye are freed; 311. When thou hearest that a fellow-mortal has been suddenly plunged into eternity, think of the mercy that has spared thee. 312. The moments that compose our lives Unnotic'd glide away, And tens of thousands of them pass With every passing day. Then fail not through thy youth to keep Thy latter end in view: If aught be certain in thy life, Death is as certain too. 313. She was sorely assaulted by the darts of Sin and Death; but came off more than conqueror. The balm that healed her bleeding bosom came from the wounds of her Redeemer. 314. Not all the wisdom of the good and wise, More solemn words-"Remember, thou must die!" 315. The angel of death breath'd his message and pass'd, As a cloud for a moment the sun may o'ercast; Then the angel of life came in splendours array'd, And her soul to its heavenly mansion convey'd. 316. His was not death but a translation ; 317. Droop not, Christian, on thy pilgrimage: though all thy friends forsake thee, yet is there One who hath promised, "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." 318. O God! that man should heaven despise, And hell's dread torments brave, For this thy plagues abroad are dealt That what thy mercy will not melt, |