The months of affliction are o'er, P ALEXANDER'S COL. HYMN 455. L. M. Bowen. [b or *] 1 Sleeping in Jesus. ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep! A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes! 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh! how sweet g With holy confidence to sing P That death hath lost its venomed sting' 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Whose waking is supremely blest, No fear-no wo, shall dim that hour, That manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be: Securely shall my ashes lie, Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious" hiding place." On Indian plains, or Lapland snows, Believers find the same repose. 6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves inay be; P 1 From which none ever wakes to weep. HYMN 456. S. M. SER Olmutz. [*] On the Death of an aged Minister. 2 The voice at midnight came, A mortal arrow pierced his frame, 3 The pains of death are past, Labour and sorrow cease; And, life's long warfare closed at last, 4 Soldier of Christ, well done! And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy. MONTGOMERY. HYMN 457. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] Funeral. P1B Is equal warning given: ENEATH our feet and o'er our head Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven! 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Ourselves may be as they. 3 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 4 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 5 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 6 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know: The earth rings hollow from below, -7 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The forms which underneath thee lie, PRATT'S COL. HYMN 458. L. M. Monmouth. [b or *] The Day of Judgment. 81T When heaven and earth shall pass away! HE day of wrath! that dreadful day, -What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day— 2 When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll; And, louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead? a 3 Oh! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be thou, O Christ! the sinner's stay, p Though heaven and earth shall pass away. SCOTT. HYMN 459. S. M. Olmutz. [*] Christ's Second Coming. 1 HDeath falls beneath his sword; E comes! the Conqueror comes! The joyful prisoners burst the tombs, • 2 The trumpet sounds, " Awake! While man receives his doom. 3 Thrice happy morn for those Who love the ways of peace: No night of sorrow e'er shall close, Or shade their perfect bliss. HYMN 460. S. M. Watchman. [bor *] 1 THO HOU Judge of quick and dead, With holy joy, or guilty dread, 3 O may we all be found 4 O may we all ensure A lot among the blest; And watch a moment to secure WESLEY'S COL. HYMN 461. 8s. Goshen. [*] E comes! he comes! the Judge severe ! u 2 From heaven angelic voices sound; HYMN 462. 8, 7, & 4. WESLEY'S COL. Tamworth. [*] g1L Once for favoured sinners slain; O! he comes with clouds descending, Thousand, thousand saints attending, Jesus comes, he comes to reign. 2 Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 Every island, sea, and mountain, Come to judgment' come away! OLIVER. HYMN 463. C. M. Lanesboro'. [b] Prospect of the Resurrection unto Life. et THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path, THE Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of an injured King, Are marching to the tomb. 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, And all our powers decay, p Our cold remains in solitude Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labours done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, The storms of life shall beat. -4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 5 These ashes too, this little dust, o Till the last angel rise and break The long and dreary sleep. p 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye Shall shed its mildest rays, u And the long silent dust shall burst H. K. WHITE |