My sole concern, my single care 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, If now the Judge is at the door, 4 No matter what my thoughts employ, But oh! when both shall end, With fiends or angels spend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death Which never, never dies. How make mine own election sure, And when I fail on earth, secure A mansion in the skies? 267. AND ND must this body die, WESLEY. This mortal frame decay; And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay? 2 Corruption, earth, and worms, S. M. 3 God my Redeemer lives, Looks down and watches all my dust, 4 Arrayed in glorious grace, 5 These lively hopes we owe, We would adore His grace below, 6 O Lord! accept the praise Of these our humble songs; Till tunes of nobler sound we raise, WATTS. JESUS, on en eyes to weep no more; JESUS, once numbered with the dead, And ever lives their cause to plead 2 Then though in dust I lay my head, Nor lose Thy children in the grave. 269. EST from thy labor, rest, REST Soul of the just, set free; Blest be thy memory, and blest 8. M. 2 Faith, perseverance, zeal, 1 Language of light and power; Love prompt to act, and quick to feel, 3 Now toil and conflict o'er, Go take with saints thy place; 4 Lord Christ, into Thy hands And now we wait Thine own commands, We were not his but Thine. 5 Thou art Thy Church's head, 6 On Thee our hopes depend, 270. HE hour of my departure's come, L.M. home; At length, O Lord! let trouble cease, 2 The race appointed I have run, 3 Not in mine innocence I trust, 4 I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I hold so dear; 5 I come, I come, at Thy command, 6 The hour of my departure's come, 271. SLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep! L. M. From which none ever wakes to weep; 2 Asleep in Jesus, oh! how sweet, 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! 4 Asleep in Jesus, oh! for me Waiting the summons from on high. From which none ever wakes to weep. MRS. MACKAY. UNVEIL JNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb, 2 No pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Rest here, dear saint! till from His throne The morning break and pierce the shade. 4 Break from His throne, Illustrious Morn, Attend O Earth! His sovereign word; Restore thy trust-a glorious form, Called to ascend and meet the Lord. WATTS. 273. ERVANT of God, well done! S. M. |