AFFLICTIONS AND DEATH. 136 HYMN. 8's, and 7's. Mourners comforted. 1 CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish, 2 While our silent steps are straying, Lonely, through night's deep'ning shade, 3 Light and peace at once deriving 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, Sheds o'er heav'n a moment's gloom. 5 Now, ye mourners, cease to languish Death of the Righteous 1 HOW bless'd the righteous when he dies! 2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 1 HEAR what the voice from heav'n proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savour of their names, 2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd; 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, 1 THAT once-lov'd form, now cold and dead, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time; Shall rise in full immortal prime, 3 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears, There everlasting spring appears, And joys that cannot die. 140 HYMN. C. M. Prayer for Support in Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 2 Thou source of life and joy supreme, 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand And let a beam of life divine The Grave. Job iii. 17. 1 THE grave is now a favour'd spot- Which round this sinful world are spread. 3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before They labour, sorrow, sigh no more, 142 HYMN. 8's. Death of a Brother. 1 HOW blest is our brother, bereft Whose relics with envy I see, 2 This earth is affected no more No anger henceforward, or shame, And passion is vanish'd away. 3 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep; These fountains can yield no supplies— These hollows from water are free; The tears are all wiped from those eyes, And evil they never shall see. 4 To mourn and to suffer is mine, While bound in a prison I breathe, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. What now with my tears I bedew, Oh, shall I not shortly become! My spirit created anew, Ere I am consigned to the tomb! 1 'TIS finish'd! the conflict is past, The heav'n-born spirit is fled; Her wish is accomplish'd at last, And now she's entomb'd with the dead. No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, 3 The victory now is obtain'd; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'dShe's now where she longed to be. Then let us forbear to complain, 144 HYMN. C. M. Death of a Young Person. 1 WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away By death's resistless hand, Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 8 The voice of this alarming scene Nor be the heav'nly warning vain, 4 Oh, let us fly, to Jesus fly, Whose pow'rful arm can save; Then shall our hopes ascend on high, And triumph o'er the grave. Death and Burial of Christians. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, 3 Why should we tremble to convey 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, Where should the dying members rest, |