Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The bones that underneath thee lie AN INTROIT, TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION SERVICE. Он most merciful! Oh most bountiful! God the Father Almighty! By the Redeemer's Sweet intercession Hear us, help us when we cry! AT A FUNERAL. THOU art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb : Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom! 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 enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the SINLESS has died! Thou art gone to the grave! and, its mansion forsaking, But the mild rays of Paradise beam'd on thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst was the Seraphim's song! Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee, Whose 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! ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. Oн Saviour of the faithful dead, With whom Thy servants dwell, No more we cling to mortal clay, Nor shrink to tread the darksome way 'Twas hard from those I loved to go, As fading from my dizzy view, 'Twas dreadful when th' Accuser's power Assail'd my sinking heart, Recounting every wasted hour, And each unworthy part; But, Jesus! in that mortal fray, When, soon or late, this feeble breath When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again Judge of the world! bethink Thee then FRAGMENT OF A POEM ON THE WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. The Sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair. Gen. vi. 2. |