The Resurrection of the Body. 218. BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given; 2 Their names are graven on the stone, 3 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; 4 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply To truths divinely given; The dead that underneath thee lie 219. WHAT sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life's a dream, an empty show; 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 220. HOW long shall death the tyrant reign, 2 I see the Lord of glory come, The skies divide to make him room, 3 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!" And waking saints, with joyful eyes, 4 They leave the dust, and on the wing Rise to the middle air; In shining garments meet their King, And low adore him there. 5 O may my humble spirit stand 221. 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 3 The graves of all the saints he bless'd, And soften'd every bed; Where should the dying members rest, 4 Thence he arose ascending high, 5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground, 222. AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course: Ye mortal powers decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, |