When the last sigh that shakes the frame 4 O, thou great Source of joy supreme, 5 Lay thy supporting gentle hand 6 Leaning on thy dear faithful breast, 1 And, in thy fond embraces, lose "The bitterness of death!" HYMN 591. C. M. HART. Preparation for death. Matt. xxiv. 44. VAL AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear Death, at the farthest, can't be far- 2 Reflect-thou hast a soul to save: 3 Death enters-and there's no defence- 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 1 5 To-day, the gospel calls;-to-day, Let ev'ry one forsake his way HYMN 592. L. M. MONTGOMERY. The living know, &c. Eccl. ix. 5. 'W HERE are the dead?-In heav'n or hell Their disembodied spirits dwell; Their perish'd forms in bonds of clay, Reserv'd until the judgment day. 2 Who are the dead?-The sons of time In ev'ry age, and state, and clime; Renown'd, dishonor'd or forgot, The place that knew them knows them not. 3 Where are the living?-On the ground 4 Who are the living ?-They whose breath Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death; Of endless bliss or wo the heirs: 5 Then, timely warn'd, let us begin MONTGOMERY. H, where shall rest be found, weary soul ! "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh "Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death whose pang 5 Lord, God of truth and grace 6 Here would we end our quest→→ The life of perfect love-the rest Of immortality. STEELL. HYMN 594. C. M. Victory over death. I Cor. xv. 57. 1DEAR Saviour, thy victorious love Can all my fears control; Can bid the pangs of guilt remove, 2 Victorious love! thy wond'rous pow'r 3 Then shall the joyful spirit soar To life beyond the sky, Where gloomy death can frown no more, And guilt and terror die. 4 No more, O pale Destroyer, boast Thy universal sway; 1 To heav'n-born souls thy sting is lostThy night, the gate of day. S HYMN 595. C. M Celestial prospects WEET glories rush upon my sight, The regions of immortal light, The beauties of the skies! 2 All hail! ye fair celestial shores, Ye lands of endless day; Swift on my view your prospect pours, 3 There's a delightful clearness now- 4 Short is the passage-short the space 5 Immortal wonders! boundless things, HYMN 596. C. M. WATTS. 1 'E The everlasting song. ARTH has engross'd my love too long! Upward, dear Father, to thy throne, 2 There the blest man, my Saviour, sits: On all the happy minds. |