« PreviousContinue »
HYMN 90. C. M.
The death of a believer.
The moment after death,
When yielding up his breath.
“ He's gone !" Before the willing spirit takes
Her station near the throne.
To trace her in her flight;
Which hides that world of light.
They are completely blest;
His face they always view;
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 :
And soft their sleeping bed.
How kind their slumbers are !
And freed froin every snare.
Far from this world of toil and strife,
They're present with the Lord;
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;
And triumph in their Saviour's name :
“O grave, where is thy victory?"
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.
Or shake at death's alarms?
To call them to his arms.
Their bodies to the tomb?
And cheer'd its silent gloom.
And soften'd every bed:
But with their dying Head ?
And show'd our feet the way :
At the great rising-day.
MORNING AND EVENING.
HYMN 94. L. M.
Thy daily stage of duty run;
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
And hast refresh'd me while I slept;
3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew :
Scatter my sins as morning dew;
And with thyself my spirit fill. 1 Direct, control, suggest this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
In thy sole glory may unite. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below;
HYMN 95. L. M.
For morning or evening.
Thy gifts are every evening new;
Gently distil like early dew.
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
And quickens all my slumbering powers. 3 I yield those powers to thy command;
To thee I consecrate my days:
HYMN 96. L. M.
For all the blessings of the light ;
2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
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,
HYMN 97. c. M.
" I will bless the Lord at all times."
Let mortal voices sound !
And brings the seasons round. 2 To thee shall annual incense rise,
Our Father and our Friend ;
In genial streams descend.
In every age we see;
So let our praises be.