HYMN 564. C. M. Springfield. Wareham. 1 "TIS hard, from those we love, to go, Who weep beside our bed, Whose tears bedew our burning brow, 2 When fading from the dizzy view, 3 'Tis dreadful when th' accuser's pow'r 4 Yet, Jesus, in that mortal fray, 5 When soon, or late, this feeble breath No more to thee can pray, Support me through the vale of death, 6 When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again, FUNERAL. HYMN 565. C. M. Martyr's. Lebanon. Funeral of a faithful Minister. 1 FAR from affliction, toil, and care, The breathless clay shall slumber here, 2 The gospel was his joy and song, 3 Now he resides where Jesus is, 4 The Churches' loss we all deplore, Since we shall see his face no more, 5 But we are hasting to the tomb ; Then, dearest Lord, receive us home, Collyer. HYMN 566. L. M. Kingsbridge. Armley. Eccl. xii. 7. 1 FROM his low bed of mortal dust, Escap'd the prison of his clay, The new inhabitant of bliss, To heav'n directs his wond'rous way. 2 Ye fields, that witness'd once his tears, Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs, Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes. 4 Receive, O earth, his faded form, HYMN 567. L. M. Norfolk. Armley. The grave. Job iii. 17. 1 THE grave is now a favor'd spot,- 2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms; L. M. Sicilian. Putney. Armley. Watts. 1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, HYMN 569. 8s. C. Wesley. Lambeth. Mitcham. Franklin. Death of a Brother. 1 HOW blest is our brother bereft Whose relics with envy I see, No longer a sinner like me. 2 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, And never shall vex him again; No anger henceforward, or shame, Shall redden his innocent clay; Extinct is the animal flame, And passion is vanish'd away. 3 This languishing head is at rest; Its thinking and aching are o'er This quiet, immoveable breast Is heav'd by affliction no more; This heart is no longer the seat Of trouble and torturing pain; It ceases to flutter and beatIt never shall flutter again. 4 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep; |