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3 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And softened every bed;
But with the dying Head ?
And showed our feet the way ;
At the great rising day.
And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground;
Ye saints, ascend the skies.
MONTGOMERY. On the Death of an aged Minister. 1 SERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ ;
Enter thy Master's joy.
He started up to hear :
He fell, but felt no fear. 3 Tranquil amidst alarms,
It found him on the field,
Beneath his red-cross shield. 4 The pains of death are past;
Labor and sorrow cease ; And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in
5 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ ;
Rest in thy Savior's joy.
Support under the Loss of Ministers.
1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drowned in grief,
Which view a Savior nigh?
2 What though the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade ?
Be numbered with the dead?
3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young,
And mute the instructive tongue ; 4 The eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comfort to impart ;
Still animates our heart.
“My church shall safe abide ; For I will ne'er forsake my own,
Whose souls in me confide."
DODDRIDGE. The Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels. 1 HOW rich thy bounty, King of kings!
Thy favors, how divine !
How splendidly they shine!
Should gold and gems compare ;
Thy poorest servants share!
Are lodged in urns of clay;
The immortal gifts convey.
Yet grace the victory gives;
Yet still thy gospel lives.
Such trophies God can raise ;
Long monuments of praise.
PRIVATE OCCASIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.
My voice ascending high;
To thee lift up mine eye.
The wicked shall not stand ;
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
To taste thy mercies there;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness,
And plain before my face.
Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
With favor as a shield.
To thee I raised an evening cry ;
And thine almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure ;
Though I should wake and rise no more. 3 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong; He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.
GENTLEMAN's Mag. Morning Hymn. 1 ON thee each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee my wishes end.
Thy boundless love surveys;
A sacrifice of praise.
And brings me safe to light;
Conducts my steps till night.