These fountains can yield no suppliesThese hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 5 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. Ere I am consign'd to the tomb! 8s. Mitcham. Uxbridge. Franklin. "TIS finish'd! the conflict is past, And now she's entomb'd with the dead. The months of affliction are o'er, The days and the nights of distress; We see her in anguish no moreShe's gained her happy release. 2 No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now; For death to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below. Her soul has now taken its flight To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, 3 The victory now is obtain'd; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd She's now where she longed to be. Then let us forbear to complain, That she has now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her again, With new and redoubled delight. HYMN 571. c. M. Mear. Barby. Newton. 1 IN vain my fancy strives to paint Its mansions near the throne. 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail, 4 Thus much (and this is all) we know, Have done with sin, and care, and wo, 5 On harps of gold they praise his name, His face they always view, Then let us foll'wers be of them, 1 HOW blest the righteous are, 2 "Oh! let me die," said he, 66 The death the righteous do; When life is ended, let me be Found with the faithful few." 3 The force of truth, how great, When enemies confess ! None but the righteous whom they hate, 4 But Balaam's wish was vain- HYMN 573. C. M. . Steele. Standish. Funeral Hymn. Death of a young person. 1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, With awful pow'r-"I too must die"Sink deep in ev'ry breast. 3 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. HYMN 574. C. M. Martyr's. Buckingham. Steele. On the death of a Child. 1 THE once lov'd form, now cold and dead, 2 But wait the interposing gloom, And, dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom, 3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 4 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears; Religion points on high; There everlasting spring appears, HYMN 575. L. M. Newton. Putney. Darwent. Surry. 1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll, 2 " Only this frail and fleeting breath 3" Then leaving all I lov❜d below, 4 LORD JESUS! help me now to flee, 5 Then when the solemn bell I hear, |