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To dwell whole ages in thy sight,
And feel thy vital rays.
With rapture on his tongue;
And heav'n repeats the song.
From each eternal hill,
The happy region fill.
Spreads life and joy abroad ;
To see a smiling God.
The wond'rous Prophet try'd : 6 Climb up the mount," said God, “and die :">,
The Prophet climb'd and dy'd. 6. Shew me thy face, and I'll away
From all inferior things ;
YE mapuching saints; whose streaming tears
Hymn 424. c. M. Comfort for pious parents who have been bereaved of
their children. Isaiah lvi. 4, 5. 1. Ε E
That all your hopes are fled.
In fond distress je lie,
A heav'nly parent nigh.
Like wither'd trunks ye stand,
With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,
Touch'd by th' Almighty's hand. 4." I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,
"In my own house a place ; “ No names of daughters and of sons
“Could yield so high a grace. 5. « Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
“ A rising race can give : « In endless honour and delight
“ My children all shall live.'' 6. We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,
Thro' which thy face we see, And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts
Prepare a way for thee.
Hymn 425. P. M.
Quit, О quit this mortal frame,
And let me languish into life.
Sister spirit, come away ;
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3. The world recedes, it disappears,
Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears
death, where is thy sting!
Hymn 426. c. M. i. How
long shall death, the tyrant, reign,
triumph o'er the just; While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?
The dawn of heav'n appears ;
Its blushes round the spheres. 3. I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The trumpet shakes the ground. 4. I hear the voice, “ Ye dead arise !"
And lo the graves obey:
Salute th' expected day.
Rise to the midway-air,
And bow before him there.
Among them cloth'd in white !
Is infinite delight.
Hymn 427. L. M.
But with a cheerful voice
These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. 2. Let worms devour my wasting flesh,
And crumble all my bones to dust,
My God shall raise my
Bring that delightful, awful day!
Hymn 428. c. M.
1 Pet. 1. 3, 4, 5.
The father of our Lord:
His majesty ador'd.
And calld him to the sky,
That they should never die.
Our flesh to see the dust,
So all his followers must..
Refer'd against that day ; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefild,
And cannot fade away.
Hymn 429, s. M. 1. A -?
This well-wrought frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine
Lie mould'ring in the clay? 2. Corruption, earth, and worms
Shall but refine this flesh,
'Till thy triumphant Spirit comes
To put it on afresh.
And ever from the skies
'Till he shall bid it rise.
Shall these vile bodies shine,
Be heav'nly and divine.
Lord, to thy dying love;
And sing thy grace above.
Of these our humble songs,
With our immortal tongues.
Hymn 430. C. M. 1. ING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts,
And thou, O earth, adore :
Stand trembling at his pow'r.
He makes the clouds his throne ;
'Till vengeance darts them down.
And from his awful tongue