436.

Death. (2 Tim. iv. 6.) L. M.
1 THE hour of my departure's come;
I hear the voice that calls me home:
At last, O Lord, let trouble cease;
And let Thy servant die in peace.
2 The race appointed I have run,
The fight is o'er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high,
And now my record's in the sky.
3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before Thee in the dust:
And through my Saviour's blood alone
I look for mercy at Thy Throne.
4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I held so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend
And to the friendless prove a friend.
5 I come, I come at Thy command;
My times are in Thy gracious hand:
Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms,
And shield ine in the last alarms.

437.

Death. (Hos. xiii. 14.) C. M.

1 0 FOR the eye of faith divine,
To pierce beyond the grave,

To see that Friend, and call Him mine,
Whose arm is strong to save.
2 Behold my glorious leader nigh;
My Lord, my Saviour, lives;
Before Him death's pale terrors fly,
And my faint heart revives.

3 Lord, I commit my soul to Thee;
Accept the sacred trust;
Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch the sleeping dust ;-
4 Till Thou shalt in Thy glory come,
When all Thy saints shall rise,
And, cloth'd in full immortal bloom,
Attend Thee to the skies.

438.

"He shall enter into Peace." L. M.
(Isia. Ivii. 2)

1 HOW sweet the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
And the broad sun's retiring ray
Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene!
2 Such is the Christian's parting hour,
So peacefully he sinks to rest;
And faith, rekindling all its power,
Lights up the languor of his breast.
3 There is a radiance in his eye,
A smile upon his wasted cheek,
That seems to tell of glory nigh,
In language that no tongue can speak.
4 A beam from heaven is sent to cheer
The pilgrim on his gloomy road;
And angels are attending near,
To bear him to their bright abode
5 Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God's own Spirit deigns to bless?
Then sink into that soft repose,
Than wake to perfect happiness!
6 O Lord! that we may thus depart,
Thy joys to share, Thy face to see,
Impress Thine image on our heart,
And teach us now to walk with Thee.

438.

"It is appointed unto Men once to Die." C. M. (Heb. ix. 27.)

1 ONCE all must die, let all in time

The solemn purport weigh;

And know, that heaven and hell depend
On that important day.

2 Those eyes, though long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake the Judge to see;

And ev'ry deed, and word, and thought,
Must pass His scrutiny.

3 May we in Thee, the Judge, behold
Our Saviour and our Friend,

And far above the reach of death,
With all Thy saints ascend !

440.

"In Christ shall all be made Alive." C. M.
(1 Cor. xv.

22.)

1 WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.

2 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There the Redeemer's body lay,
And left a long perfume.

3 The graves of all His saints He blest,
And soften'd every
bed:

Where should the dying members rest
But with their dying Head?

4 Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise:
Awake! ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

441. "Sorrow not even as others which have no Hope."

(1 Thess. iv. 13.) 11th P. M.

1 THOU❜rt gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; Thy Saviour has past through its portals before thee; The lamp of His love was thy guide thro' the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to unfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt linger'd long;

But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking, And the song which thou heard'st was the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Since God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide; He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee, And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.

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