2 How many children, Lord, we see We cannot bear the thought. 1 HYMN 123. C. M. Funeral Hymn -Death dreadful, or, delightful. DEATH! 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God; When the poor soul is forc'd away 2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes; Still drags her downward from the skies, 3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell, ; Lest ye be driv'n from earth, and dwell 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sov'reign love, That promis'd heav'n to me; . And taught my thoughts to soar above, 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band, HYMN 124. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Dying in the embraces of God. 1 DEATH cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there; We may walk thro' its darkest shade, 2 I could renounce my all below, And run, if I were call'd to go, 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms, 1 HYMN 125. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Death and Eternity. STOOP down, my thoughts that use to rise, Think how a gasping mortal lies, 2 His quiv'ring lips hang feebly down, Then speechless, with a doleful groan, 3 But, O the soul that never dies! Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies, 4 Up to the courts where angels dwell, Or devils plunge it down to hell, 5 And must my body faint and die? 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand My flesh shall wait for thy command, HYMN 126. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Victory over Death. WHEN death appears before my sight WHE Unequal to the dreadful fight, My courage dies away. 2 But see, my glorious Friend is nigh! 3 He left his dazzling throne above 4 Now, for the eye of faith divine To pierce beyond the grave! To see that Friend, and call him mine, 5 Lord, I commit my soul to thee; Accept the sacred trust; Receive this nobler part of me, 7 When thy triumphant armies sing 8 O let me join th' enraptur'd lays, 1 HYMN 127. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Death of a young child. LAS! how chang'd that lovely flow'r, Fair fleeting comfort of an hour, How soon we're call'd to part! 2 And shall my bleeding heart arraign 3 No!-let me rather humbly pay And with my inmost spirit say, "The Lord is righteous still." 4 From adverse blasts, and low'ring storms, 5 Why should I vex my heart, or fast? My soul will mount to her at last, 6 Prepare me, blessed Lord, to share HYMN 128. C. M. Funeral Hymn.-Comfort for pious Parents bereaved of their children. 1 YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears Flow o'er your children dead; Say not in transports of despair, That all your hopes are fled. 2 If cleaving to that darling dust, Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view 3 Tho', your young branches torn away, 4" I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, 5 "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope 6 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, Thro' which thy face we see ; [hearts And bless those wounds, which thro' our Prepare a way for thee. |