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HYMN 90. C. M.

The death of a believer.
1 IN vain our fancy strives to paint

The moment after death,
The glories that surround the saint

When yielding up his breath.
2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks,
We scarce can say

“ He's gone !" Before the willing spirit takes

Her station near the throne.
3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,

To trace her in her flight;
No eye can pierce within the veil

Which hides that world of light.
4 Thus much, and this is all, we know,

They are completely blest;
Have done with sin, and care,


And with their Saviour rest.
5 On harps of gold they praise his name,

His face they always view;
Then let us followers be of them,
That we may praise him too.

HYMN 91. c. M. Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord." 1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims,

For all the pious dead :
Sweet is the savour of their names,

And soft their sleeping bed.
2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd;

How kind their slumbers are !
From sufferings and from sin releas'd,

And freed froin every snare.


Far from this world of toil and strife,

They're present with the Lord;
The labours of their mortal life

End in a large reward.

HYMN 92. 6 LINES 8s.

Death hopeless without Christ.

1 LET reason vainly boast her power

To teach her children how to die ; The sinner, in a dying hour,

Needs more than reason can supply; A view of Christ, the sinner's friend,

Alone can cheer him in the end. 2 When nature sinks beneath disease,

And every earthly hope is fled; What then can give the sinner ease ?

What then can soothe his dying bed ? Jesus, thy word his heart can cheer,

He's blest e'en then, if thou art near. 3 The gospel does salvation bring,

And Jesus is the gospels themc;
In death the saints rejoice and sing,

And triumph in their Saviour's name :
* O death, where is thy sting ?” they cry,

“O grave, where is thy victory?"
4 Then let me die the death of those,

Whose peace is made through Jesus' blood, Who on his faithfulness repose,

And know that he indeed is God: Around his throne, O may we meet, And cast our crowns beneath his feet !


HYMN 93. c. m.

Consolation for mourners.
WHY do we mourn departing friends,

Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends

To call them to his arms.
Why should we tremble to convey

Their bodies to the tomb?
There the Redeemer's body lay,

And cheer'd its silent gloom.
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 ?
Thence he arose, ascending high,

And show'd our feet the way :
We too to meet our Lord shall fly,

At the great rising-day.




HYMN 94. L. M.

Morning hymn.
1 AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun

Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,

To pay thy morning sacrifice.
2 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,

And hast refresh'd me while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.

3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew :

Scatter my sins as morning dew;
Guard my first springs of thought and will,

And with thyself my spirit fill. 1 Direct, control, suggest this day,

All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,

In thy sole glory may unite. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN 95. L. M.

For morning or evening.
1 MY God, how endless is thy love!

Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above

Gently distil like early dew.
2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,

Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sovereign word restores the light,

And quickens all my slumbering powers. 3 I yield those powers to thy command;

To thee I consecrate my days:
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.

HYMN 96. L. M.

Evening hymn.
1 GLORY to thee, my God, this night

For all the blessings of the light ;
Keep me, o keep me, King of kings,
Under thine own almighty wings !


2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,

The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,

I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may

dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may

With joy behold the judgment-day. 4 O may my soul on thee

repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep, that may me more vigorous make,

To serve my God, when I awake. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise him all creatures here below,
Praise him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


HYMN 97. c. M.

" I will bless the Lord at all times."
1 GOD of our life! thy various praise

Let mortal voices sound !
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days,

And brings the seasons round. 2 To thee shall annual incense rise,

Our Father and our Friend ;
While annual mercies from the skies

In genial streams descend.
3 In every scene of life thy care,

In every age we see;
And constant as thy favours are,

So let our praises be.

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