That holy book shall guide our youth, 136 AFFLICTIONS AND DEATH. 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, Glory's brightest beams are playing Round th' immortal spirit's head. 3 Light and peace at once deriving From the hand of God most high, In his glorious presence living, They shall never-never die. 4 Endless pleasure, pain excluding, Sickness there, no more can come; Sheds o'er heav'n a moment's gloom. 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; Nothing disturbs that peace profound 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, And soft their sleeping beds. 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, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time; 3 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears, HYMN. C. M. 140 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. 1 THE grave is now a favour'd spot- And there the weary are at rest. 2 At rest in Jesus' faithful arms; At rest as in a peaceful bed: Secure from all the dreadful storms, Which round this sinful world are spread. 3 Thrice happy souls, who're gone before To that inheritance divine! They labour, sorrow, sigh no more, 1 HOW blest is our brother, bereft This wearisome body behind! I see, No longer a sinner like me. 2 This earth is affected no more With sickness, or shaken with pain; The war in the members is o'er, No anger henceforward, or shame, And passion is vanish'd away. Have strangely forgotten to weep; These fountains can yield no suppliesThese hollows from water are free; The tears are all wip'd from these 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 consign'd 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. The months of affliction are o'er, The days and the nights of distress; We see her in anguish no more— She's gained her happy release. 2. No sickness, or sorrow, or pain, Shall ever disquiet her now; For death to her spirit was gain, Since Christ was her life when below, Her soul has now taken its flight To mansions of glory above, To mingle with angels of light, And dwell in the kingdom of love. 3 The victory now is obtain'd; She's gone her dear Saviour to see; Her wishes she fully has gain'd— That she has now gone from our sight; We soon shall behold her again, With new and redoubled delight. 1. WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away 2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 3 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; 145 HYMN. C. M. Death and Burial of Christians. 1 WHY do we mourn departing friends, 2 Are we not tending upward too, Why should we wish the hours more slow, 3 Why should we tremble to convey 4 The graves of all his saints he blest, |