HARK, from the tombs a doleful sound! Ye living men, come view the ground 2. Princes, this clay must be your bed, The tall, the wise, the reverend head 3. Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to our tomb, 4. Grant us the powers of quickening grace, 323. C. M. MRS. STEELE. The death of a young person. 1. LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour; 2. The once-loved form, now cold and dead, 3. But wait the interposing gloom, 4. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, 5. Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears; 324. c. M. ANONYMOUS. Emblems of man's resurrection. 1. ALL nature dies, and lives again: The trees that crown the mountain's brow, 2. Stript are the honours of their form By winter's stormy blast, They leave the naked leafless plain 3. Yet soon reviving plants and flowers The woods shall hear the voice of spring, 4. So, to the dreary grave consign'd, 5. O may the grave become to me 6. Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind Till the appointed period come 325. c. M. SIR J. E. SMITH. Changes of nature types of a future state. 1. As twilight's gradual veil is spread So man's bright hours decline in shade, 2. Fair summer's bloom and autumn's glow Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom, know 3. But morning dawns, and spring revives, So man's immortal soul survives, 4. When this vain scene no longer charms, 5. That day shall God's own promise bring Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection. 1. WHEN God is nigh my faith is strong, His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 2. Though in the dust I lay my head, 3. My flesh shall the glad call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to thy throne above the sky. 4. There streams of endless pleasure flow; 327. L. M. WATTS. The Christian's hope in a future state. [Psalm xvii.] 1. WHAT sinners value I resign; 2. This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake, and find me there? 3. O glorious hour! O blest abode ! |