O, refresh us! Travelling through this wilderness. With us evermore abound. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Rise and reign in endless day! 462. 8.7.4. ROBINSON. Christ a Guide through Death to Glory.-Ps. xlviii. 14; lxxiii. 24. GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah! Feed me now and evermore. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Lead me all my journey through: Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside! Death of deaths, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 463. 8.7. HART. The Burial of a Saint.-1 Cor. xv. 42-44, 54, 55, 57. SONS of God, by blest adoption, What is sown in death's dishonour, What is sown in this weak manner, 2 Earthly cavern, to thy keeping We commit our brother's dust: Keep it softly, softly sleeping, Till our Lord demand thy trust: Sweetly sleep, dear saint, in Jesus; Thou with us shalt wake from death: Hold he cannot, though he seize us; We his power defy by faith. 3 Jesus, thy rich consolations Victory over Death.-1 Cor. xv. 55, &c. O! FOR an overcoming faith, WATTS. To triumph o'er the monster, Death, 2 Joyful with all the strength I have, The law gives sin its damning power, 4 Now to the God of victory Immortal thanks be paid, Who makes us conquerors, though we die, 465. C. M. WATTS. Afflictions and Death under Providence. Job v. 6, 8. NOT from the dust affliction grows, Yet we are born to cares and woes- 2 As sparks break out from burning coals, And still are upwards borne; So grief is rooted in our souls, And man grows up to mourn. 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, And trust his promised grace; He rules me by his well-known laws 4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore, 466. C. M. WATTS. The Death and Burial of a Saint.-1 Thess. iv. 13, 14. WHY do we mourn departed friends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble to convey There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 4 [The graves of all his saints he bless'd, And soften'd every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head?] 5 Thence he arose, ascending high, Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, Awake, ye nations under ground, 467. C. M. SWAIN. Looking to Jesus in Death.-Titus ii. 13, 14. WHY should we shrink at Jordan's flood, 2 Death lost his sting when Jesus bled: 3 And now his office is to wait 4 And though his pale and ghastly face May seem to frown' the while; We soon shall see the King of grace, 468. C. M. W. W. HORne. "To die is gain.”—Phil. i. 21. DEATH is no more a frightful foe; Since I with Christ shall reign, 2 To darkness, doubts, and fears adieu! Adieu, thou world so vain! Then shall I know no more of you: |