7s, 6s & 8s.

885.

Tune 79

WHEN children, blest by Jesus,
To whom their souls are precious,
Depart in early years,
They are not lost; for heaven
To children shall be given;
Eternal happiness is theirs.

2 This child is therefore blessed,
Let no one be distresséd,
Christ bid it fall asleep:
The body dead, the spirit
Will endless life inherit

With his redeemed and happy sheep.

WHEN infant heirs of heaven,
From our fond hearts are riven,
Oh, why should we repine?

They have but

gone before us,

The sweet angelic chorus,

Tune 79.

In God their Father's house to join.

2 In his own living fountain,

From sin's foul stain Christ cleansed them,
There sealed them as his own;

And now, his grace completing,
He takes them from this fleeting

And evil world, to heaven their home.

3 What, though they lose the pleasures,
The empty transient treasures,
Of life's uncertain day!
Heirs of immortal gladness,
Of bliss that knows no sadness,
Their joys shall never fade away.

4 What, though the dear child sleepeth
In the lone grave, Christ keepeth

His slumbering lamb from harm;
Its dust shall rest securely,
Sweet must its sleep be, surely

Reposing in its shepherd's arms! 5 Then cease your sad complaining; Its ransomed soul is reigning

With Christ, the children's friend: Soon, unto it ascending,

Your happy spirits blending,

Shall sing his praise, time without end.

THE child sweetly rests,

Whom nothing molests,

Tune 587.

Received in mercy among the Lamb's guests.

2 He ne'er shall weep more,

His sighing is o'er,

His travels and dangers; he's now safe on shore.

3 His body is dead,

The grave is his bed,

But soon he shall wake, and with joy lift his head.

4 The spirit is flown

In peace to God's throne,

To praise God our Saviour, and know as he's known.

5 He sings now above,

Made perfect in love,

And never, oh, never, he thence shall remove.

6 He rests now in peace,

Beholds the Lord's face,

Thrice happy, so early to finish his race.

7 For that blessed day

We earnestly pray;

Lord Jesus, come quickly, and make no delay.

HAPPY the children who are gone
To Jesus Christ in peace,

Tune 14.

Who stand around his glorious throne,
Clad in his righteousness.

2 The Saviour, whom they loved when here, Hath wiped their tears away;

They never more can grieve, or fear,
Or sin, or go astray.

3 In ceaseless happiness they view
Our Saviour's smiling face;

That face once marred, in which below
Men saw no comeliness.

4 Methinks I hear them joyful sing,
Ten thousands do the same,
"Salvation to the immortal king,
To God and to the Lamb."

5 Oh that I may so favored be,
With them above to join;

Oh that, like them, I Christ may see,
And he be ever mine.

6 Grant me but this, thou great high-priest; And when I'm here no more,

Convey me home to endless rest,
Where thou art gone before.

9s, 8s & 8s.

889.

Tune 106.

THE solemn moment is impending,
When my career shall end in death,
My course unto the grave is tending,
And soon may come my latest breath:
My God and Saviour, hear my prayer,
Me for my dying hour prepare.

2 I know not, as the morn appeareth,
What may
befall ere even-tide;

My vessel often danger neareth,

While down the stream of time I glide:
My God and Saviour, hear my prayer,
Me for my dying hour prepare.

3 So teach me, Lord, my days to number
That I may wisdom's path pursue;
That nothing may my soul encumber,
Oh, let me keep the cross in view:
My God and Saviour, hear my prayer,
Me for my dying hour prepare.
4 O Father, cover my transgression
With the Redeemer's merits o'er;
Be this alone my firm foundation,
Then I find rest for evermore:
My God and Saviour, hear my prayer,
Me for my dying hour prepare.

5 To-day let death come, or to-morrow,
I know that I in Jesus live;

Thee will I serve through joy and sorrow,
The robe of righteousness I have:
My God and Saviour, hear my prayer,
Me for my dying hour prepare.

6 I live, the while in thee confiding,

And though I walk through death's dark
vale,

I know, if thou my way art guiding,
To safely pass I shall not fail;

The pangs and death, which thou didst bear,
Me for my dying hour prepare.

S. M.

RESURRECTION.

890.

AND must this body die,
This mortal frame decay?

Tune 582.

And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 God, my Redeemer, lives,

And often from the skies

Looks down and watches all my dust,
Till he shall bid it rise.

3 Arrayed in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
And every shape and every face
Look heavenly and divine.

4 These lively hopes we owe
To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore his grace below,
And sing his power above.

7s, 8s & 7s.

891.

Tune 83.

CHRIST, my rock, my sure defence,
Jesus, my Redeemer liveth!
Oh, what pleasing hopes from thence
My believing heart deriveth!
Else death's long and gloomy night
Would my guilty soul affright.

2 Christ is risen from the dead,

"Thou shalt rise too," saith my Saviour; Of what should I be afraid?

I with him shall live for ever:
Can the head forsake his limb,
And not draw me unto him?

3 No, my soul he cannot leave,
This, this is my consolation;
And my body in the grave

Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal flesh shall see
Incorruptibility.