HYMN 11. C. M.

Death, the portion of all.

1 Hark! from the tombs a mournful sound!
Mine ears attend the cry-

Ye living men, come view the ground,
Where you must shortly lie.

2 Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow'rs;

The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head,
Must lie as low as ours.

3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure!

Still walking downwards to the tomb,
And yet prepar'd no more.

4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace,
To fit our souls to fly;
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 12. L. M.

Faith in Christ dispels the fear of Death. 1 Why should we start, and fear to die! What tim'rous worms we mortals are: Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we fear to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
Still we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste;
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are ;
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

HYMN 13. L. M.

This Mortal must put on Immortality.

1 And must this body die?

This mortal frame decay?

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth, and worms,
Shall but refine this flesh;
'Till my triumphant spirit comes,
To put it on afresh.

3 Christ my Redeemer lives,

And often from the skies, Looks down and watches all 'Till he shall bid it rise.

my

dust-

4 Array'd in glorious grace,
Shall these vile bodies shine;
And ev'ry shape, and ev'ry face,
Look heav'nly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe
Lord to thy dying love;
We would adore thy grace below,
And sing thy praise above.

HYMN 14. L. M.

Faith and Obedience brings Heaven upon Earth. 1 Come, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known; Join in a song of sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.

2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place!
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.

3 Let those refuse to sing,

That never knew our God;
But such as know the heav'nly King,
Can speak their joys abroad.

4 The God that rules on high,
And thunders when he please,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And manages the seas.

5 This mighty God is ours,-
Our Father and our love;

He will send down his heav'nly pow'rs,
To carry us above.

6 There we shall see his face,
And never-never sin ;

There, from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

7 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,

The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.

8 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

9 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields

Or walk the golden streets.

10 Then let our songs

abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching through Emmanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

HYMN 15. C. M.

Assurance of Eternal Rest.

1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurl'd,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

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3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all-

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 16. L. M.

The Creator worthy of exalted Praise."

1 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let ev'ry land his name adore;
The northern isles shall send the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.

2 Nations attend before his throne,
With filial fear, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create and he destroy.

3 His sov'reign power without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

4 We are his people, we his care;

Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name.

5 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs;
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
6 Wide-as the world, is thy command;
Vast-as eternity thy love :
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:
Thou art my sun
And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord,
To keep my mortal breath.

I'll

go and come,

Nor fear to die,
"Till from on high,

Thou call me home.

HYMN 18. P. M.

God's Works proclaim his Power, Wisdom and Goodness.

1 Ye tribes of Adam join

With heav'n and earth and seas,