5 Then shall I see thy lovely face, 258. Victory over Death. 1 Cor. xv. 55, & 10 (C. M.) FOR an overcoming faith, To triumph o'er the monster death, 2 Joyful with all the strength I have, 3 If sin be pardon'd I'm secure, 4 Now to the God of victory, Who makes us conquerors while we die, 259. Blessed are the Dead that die in the Lor Rev. xiv. 13. (C. M.) 1 LEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims H For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savour of their names, 2 They sleep in Jesus, and are bless'd; 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 260. The Song of Simeon; or, Death made LO desirable. Luke ii 29. (C. M.) ORD, at thy temple we appear, And hope to meet our Saviour here; 2 With what divine and vast delight, 3" Now I can leave this world," he cry'd, "Behold thy servant dies; "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, And close my peaceful eyes. 66 4" This is the light prepar'd to shine, 66 Upon the Gentile lands; Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, 5 Jesus, the vision of thy face, Hath overpowering charms; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, 6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings breal 261. Assurance of Heaven; or, a Saint prepe 1 to die. 2 Tim. iv. 6––8. 18. (C. M. DEATH may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, 2 With heav'nly weapons I have fought, The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, 3 God has laid up in heav'n for me, 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed, But all that love and long to see, 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe, 6 God is my everlasting aid, 62. Death and Eternity. (C. M.) 1STOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise, Converse a while with death: 3 But, O the soul, that never dies! Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, 5 And must my body faint and die? 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand, My naked soul I trust; And my flesh waits for thy command, 263. Christ's Presence makes Death easy. (L. M.) 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 dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, 3 0! if my Lord would come and meet, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed, And breathe my life out sweetly there. 264. Moses dying in the Embraces of God. (C. M.) 1 DE EATH cannot make our souls afraid, We may walk through its darkest shade, 2 I could renounce my all below, And run if I were call'd to go, 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, My flesh itself would long to drop, 4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, And lose my life among the charms, |