3 In Christ our kindred spirits join'd, 5 Open and frank as beams of day, 6 Such was the sweetness of that flower, 174. L. M. Desiring submission in pain. FATHER, is not my soul inclin'd 2 But while I feel the pure desire, 3 Fain would I kiss the smarting rod, 4 Then shall I triumph o'er my pain, 5 Then shall I fear nor pain, nor death, But yield to all thy sovereign sway; For thee shall spend my every breath, And rise through Christ to endless day. 175. L. M. Watts. Christ's presence makes death easy. WHY should we start and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 3 0 if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jess can make a dying bed, 176. C. M. Watts. The Burial of a Christian. W or shake at death's alarms? HY do we mourn departing friends, "Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 2 Why should we tremble to convey There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 3 The graves of all his saints he blest, Where should the dying members rest, 4 Thence he arose, ascended high, 5 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Ye saints, ascend the skies. T 177. L. M. Dedication to God. REMBLING I fall before thy throne O help me now from all to part, 2 O melt it, mould it all anew, For thou alone the work canst do,- 3 My kind Redeemer, can it be That thou hast bled for worthless me? 4 Eternal Spirit, gracious Lord, 5 Give me repentance, give me faith, 6 May this be the propitious time, 7 To thee, Almighty Lord of hosts, Great Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I raise the song, thy name adore, And long to praise thee evermore. 8 But O, the loftiest strain is lost, And thine, thou sweet, celestial host; FINIS. TABLE FOR THE SPIRITUAL SONGS. Afflictions, though they seem severe... ....... 129 17 67 An alien from God, and a stranger to grace... 117 And art thou, gracious Master, gone.... 63 And now, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell 146 Arise, and shine, O Zion fair... 138 At a distance from heaven, in a world of contention. 109 Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell.. Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound... Awake! careless sinners, believe and obey. Away my doubts, begone, my fear.... Awake, my dear brethren, who trust in the Lord.... Awake, my heart! my soul, arise................................、 149 80 43 153 112 156 Blessed are the sons of God.. Brethren, I am come again... Brethren, we are met to worship. Bright scenes of glory strike my sense.. Christians, dismiss your fear... Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched.. Come, brethren and sisters, who 're now on the way. Come, all ye who ever have mercy obtain'd. 473 |