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How sweet it is to read, mid earthly woes,
pose! Alas! the holy Book of truth and grace Speaks, too, of hell, the sinner's dwelling-place.
By every power that human breasts can move
The Grave can neither withhold the righteous from happiness, nor protect the wicked from unutterable woe.
Why call we that a place of gloom,
A spot for woe and weeping,
Our dearest friends are sleeping?
Their heavenly hopes relating,
For golden crowns are waiting.
She conducted herself as became a Child of God, giving the clearest evidence that she had not received the grace of God in vain.
Nature, when he lost his breath,
Mortal man, what art thou seeking?
What is all thy worldly trust?
“ Earth to earth, and dust to dust!"
If thou hast not known repentance,
Slave of sin and worldly lust, Oh, how dreadful is the sentence
Earth to earth, and dust to dust!
Christian, if thy heart be humble,
Heaven is thine amid the just;
Earth to earth, and dust to dust.
Sorrow tried him;-Faith sustain'd him ;-
A fellow mortal, beloved and lamented, moulders in the dust. We mark not the stone with his praises: but when the grave shall render up its dead, and the secrets of all hearts shall be known, then will it be made manifest whose he is, and whom he has served.
The sceptred hand, the anointed head,
Though 'neath this rudely sculptur'd stone,
The cares that crowd thy earthly lot-
When from his throne my Saviour cries,
If mourn thou must, mourn thy past years;
If death be hard to bear as the end of temporal pain, how
it be endured as the beginning of eternal woe?
Here is laid, in sweet repose,
We know not why our little innocents were removed; but, as they were given in mercy, we believe that in mercy they were taken away.
These hillocks green, and mouldering bones,
A thousand joys may warm thy breast;
Eternal death has dire alarms;