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To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
2. This Gabriel knows, and sings thy name
Moses, the saint, enjoys the same,
3. While the bright nation sounds thy praise,
4. Thy love a sea without a shore
5. Sweet was the journey to the sky,
6. Shew me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things;
Speak, Lord, and here I quit my clay,
Hymn 424. c. M.
Comfort for pious parents who have been bereaved of their children. Isaiah lvi. 4, 5.
1. VE mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your
Say not in transports of depair,
2. While cleaving to that darling dust
Rise and with joy and rev'rence view
3. Though your young branches torn away,
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
5. "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
6. We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,
And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts
Hymn 425. P. M.
VITAL spark of
ITAL spark of heavenly flame,
2. Hark! they whisper angels say,
Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly,
Hymn 426. c. M.
TOW long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
"H And triumph o'er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
2. Lo! I behold the scatter'd shades,
3. I see the Lord of glory come,
And waking saints with joyful eyes
5. They leave the dust, and on the wing
In shining garments meet their King,
6. O may our humble spirits stand
Hymn 427. L. M.
O, I'll repine at death no more,
To the cold dungeon of the grave
My God shall raise my flesh anew
3. Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies,
Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay!
Hymn 428. c. M.
Hope of heaven by the resurrection of Christ. 1 Pet. 1. 3, 4, 5.
LESS'D be the everlasting God,
1.B The father of our Lord:
Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
2. When from the dead he rais'd his son,
3. What tho' our many sins require
Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
4. There's an inheritance divine
Hymn 429. s. M.
ND must this body die,
This well-wrought frame decay?
And must these active limbs of mine
2. Corruption, earth, and worms
'Till thy triumphant Spirit comes
3. God, my Redeemer lives,
And ever from the skies
Looks down, and watches all my dust, 'Till he shall bid it rise.
4. Array'd in glorious grace
Shall these vile bodies shine,
5. These lively hopes we owe,
3. Saviour, accept the praise
Of these our humble songs,
"Till tunes of nobler sounds we raise
Hymn 430. c. M.
1. ING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,
Let death and hell, thro' all their coasts,
2. His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
A sov'reign voice divides the flames,