113. If all must suffer death, the general doom, 114. When the stars of heaven, that shine so bright, This grave shall send forth a star to the sky, Art thou 115. young, and this world dost thou love? Hast thou number'd the years of a man? a span, Yet God is thy father and friend: To thy friend, man of grief—to thy friend! Art thou aged in years and in woes? And weary, and worn, and oppress'd? There's a peace for the pilgrim-a place of repose, And heaven is appointed for rest: To thy rest, man of years—to thy rest! 116. It may be deem'd a meritorious thing 117. A soldier lies beneath the sod, 118. Take, hallow'd earth, the fairest maid When springing from the lonely tomb, 119. He possessed an abiding confidence in the wisdom, love, and power of his Saviour; and, under many painful vicissitudes, experienced the truth of that promise-"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee." 120. Would mortals lowly bend the knee, And make their trouble known to God,- Then need they never pass their lives Nor raise a murmuring thought on high, For every whisper reaches heaven And God is swift, in time of need, His mercy to supply. 121. One of the best of friends is dead, 122. When from this earthly scene our friends are flown, Their wonted haunts-the chamber where they died Their place of sepulture and churchyard stoneO! these are records that are sanctified, If aught of sanctity amid the tide Of strong affection may be said to roll. These in the heart tenaciously abide, And, while they cling around with sweet control, Give solace to the mind, and warn the careless soul. 123. Sinner! if the uncertainty of life alarm thee not, tremble at the irrevocable certainty of death. 124. As the bright cloud of heaven, in the noon of the day, He threw gladness around him, then glided away: Though he moulders in dust, we are free from all fear, For where God reigns in glory he yet will ap pear. 125. Here he lies in desolation; Saviour, thou his strength wilt be: All his trust was thy salvation; All his hope was fix'd on thee. Every path through which he wander'd— Every deed in frailty done— Every vain, impatient token Every base, unworthy partEvery word in error spokenEvery folly of his heart All require thy expiation: Thou his frailties wilt forgive; Thou wilt grant him thy salvation; Thou hast died, and he shall live. 126. Tread lightly, if the grace be given 127. He calmly met his latter end: The Friend of Sinners was his friend. |