HYMN CXXXVII. Long Metre.

Death the Way whence we shall not return.

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I.

EHOLD the path, which mortals tread, Down to the regions of the dead! for will the fleeting moments ftay, for can we measure back our way.

II.

Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my foul, this doom thine own;
eeble as theirs my mortal frame;
The fame my way, my home the fame.
III.

From vital air, from chearful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night;
From scenes of duty, means of grace,
I must to God's tribunal pass.

IV.

Awake, my foul, thy way prepare,
And lofe in this each mortal care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God.
V.

Then shall I smile, fecure from fear,
Tho' death fhould blaft the rifing year;

And

And joy to reach the blissful shore,
From whence I fhall return no more.

HYMN CXXXVIII. Common Metre.

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"Death and Eternity.

I.

Y thoughts, that often mount the fkie
Go, search the world beneath,

Where nature all in ruin lies,
And owns her fovereign, death.
II.

The tyrant, how he triumphs here!
His trophies fpread around!
And heaps of duft and bones appear
Thro' all the hollow ground.

III.

Soon must we leave the banks of life,
And try this doubtful fea;
Vain are our groans, and dying ftrife,
To gain a moment's stay.

IV.

Some hearty friend shall drop a tear
On our dry bones, and say,

"Thefe once were ftrong, as mine appea "And mine must be as they."

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V.

Thus fhall our mold'ring members teach

What now our fenfes learn: For duft and ashes loudeft preach

Man's infinite concern.

HYMN CXXXIX. Common Metre.

A Funeral Thought.

I.

ARK! from the tombs a doleful found!

H My ears, attend the cry:

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

II.

"Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all

your tow'rs;

"The tall, the wife, the rev'rend head,
"Muft lie as low as ours."
III.

Great GOD! is this our certain doom?
And are we yet secure?

Still walking downward to our tomb,

And yet prepare no more?

IV.

Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace,

To fit our fouls to fly;

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Then

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rife above the sky.

HYMN CXL. Common Metre.

Death of Kindred improved.

I.

UST friends and kindred droop & die?

M Muft helpers be withdrawn?

While forrow, with a weeping eye,
Counts up our comforts gone?
II.

Be thou our comfort, mighty God,
Our helper and our friend:

Nor leave us, in this dang'rous road,
Till all our trials end.

III.

O may our feet pursue the way,
Our pious fathers led!

While love and holy zeal obey
The counfels of the dead.

IV.

Let us be wean'd from all below;
Let hope our grief dispel;
Death will invite our fouls to go,
Where our best kindred dwell.

HYMN CXLI. Common Metre.

The Happiness of the dying Chriftian.

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I.

Ear what the voice from heav'n proclaims
For all the pious dead;

Sweet is the favour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

II.

They die in JESUS, and are blefs'd;
How kind their flumbers are!
From fuff'rings, and from fins, releas'd,
And freed from ev'ry fnare.
III.

Far from this world of toil and ftrife,
They're prefent with the LORD;
The labours of their mortal life
End in a large reward.

HYMN CXLII. Common Metre.

The Frailty and Importance of human Life.

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I.

HEE we adore, eternal GOD!
And humbly own to thee,
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