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of his

112. Dying Saint,

1 Happy soul, thy days are ending, All thy mourning days below; Go, by angel guards attending, To the sight of Jesus, go. Waiting to recieve thy spirit, *

See, the Saviour stands above; Shows the fulness of his merit;

Reaches out the crown of love. 2 For the joy he sets before thee, Bear a momentary pain; Die, to live a life of glory;

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign: Struggle through thy latest passion To the dear Redeemer's breast; To his uttermost salvation,

To his everlasting rest.

113. Weep not for departed Saints.

1 O, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those ye love: Pain, and death, and night, and an

Enter not the world above.[guish While in darkness ye are straying, Lonely, in the deep'ning shade; Glory's brightest beams are playing Round th' immortal spirit's head. 2 O, ye mourners! cease to languish

O'er the grave of those ye love; Far remov'd from pain and anguish, They are chanting hymns of love: Light and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most high, In his glorious presence living, They shall never, never die.

114. Matthew xvi. 24. } Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my All shalt be. Let the world neglect and leave me:

They have left my Saviour too; Human hopes have oft deceiv'd me: Thou art faithful, thou art true.

2 Perish earthly fame and treasure, Come disaster, scorn and pain; In thy service pain is pleasure

With thy favor life is gain.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While thy bleeding love I see;
Oh! 'tis not in joy to charm me,

When that love is hid from me. 115. Happiness only in God. 1 Tell me, wand'rer, wildly roving

From the path that leads to peace; Pleasure's false enchantment loving,

When will thy delusion cease! Once, like thee, by joys surrounded, I could kneel at pleasure's shrine: Then my brightest hopes were boun

By delights as false as thine. [ded, 2 But those visions scarce had bless'd When that fleeting day was o'er;[me Then the world that had caress'd me, Charm'd me with its smiles no more Such is pleasure's transient story; Lasting happiness is known, Only in the path to glory In the Saviour's love alone

Or to defend his cause;

Maintain the honor of his word,

The glory of his cross. Jesus, my God! I know his name, His name is all my trust; Nor will he put my hope to shame, Or let my soul be lost.

And he can well secure [stands; What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour: [name, Then will he own my worthless

Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place,