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3 The graves of all his saints he blest,

And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,

But with the dying Head ?
4 Thence he arose, ascending high,

And showed our feet the way ;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly

At the great rising day.
5 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound,

And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground;

Ye saints, ascend the skies.

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S. M.

MONTGOMERY. On the Death of an aged Minister. 1 SERVANT of God, well done!

Rest from thy loved employ ;
The battle fought, the victory won,

Enter thy Master's joy.
2 The voice of midnight came;

He started up to hear :
A mortal arrow pierced his frame;

He fell, but felt no fear. 3 Tranquil amidst alarms,

It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,

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

peace.

5 Soldier of Christ, well done!

Praise be thy new employ ;
And, while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Savior's joy.

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DODDRIDGE.

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 ?
What though the prophet and the priest

Be numbered with the dead?

3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,

The aged and the young,
The watchful eye in darkness closed,

And mute the instructive tongue ; 4 The eternal Shepherd still survives,

New comfort to impart ;
His eye still guides us, and his voice

Still animates our heart.
5 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord;

“My church shall safe abide ; For I will ne'er forsake my own,

Whose souls in me confide."

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DODDRIDGE. The Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels. 1 HOW rich thy bounty, King of kings!

Thy favors, how divine !
The blessings which thy gospel brings,

How splendidly they shine!
2 Gold is but dross, and gems but foys,

Should gold and gems compare ;
How mean, when set against those joys,

Thy poorest servants share!
3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace

Are lodged in urns of clay;
And the weak sons of mortal race

The immortal gifts convey.
4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth ;

Yet grace the victory gives;
Quickly they moulder back to earth;

Yet still thy gospel lives.
5 Such wonders Power divine effects;

Such trophies God can raise ;
His hand from crumbling dust erects

Long monuments of praise.

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SECTION II.

PRIVATE OCCASIONS AND CIRCUMSTANCES.

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WATTS.
A Morning Psalm. Ps.5.
1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,

To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand.
3 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
4 0, may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight

And plain before my face.
5 The men that love and fear thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfilled ;
The mighty God will compass them

With favor as a shield.

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L. M.

WATTS.
A Morning Psalm. Ps. 3.
1 TIRED with the burdens of the day,

To thee I raised an evening cry ;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

And thine almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure ;
Not death should make my heart afraid,

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.

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GENTLEMAN's Mag. Morning Hymn. 1 ON thee each morning, O my God,

My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes ;

In thee my wishes end.
2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,

Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares

A sacrifice of praise.
3 God leads me through the maze of sleep,

And brings me safe to light;
And, with the same paternal care,

Conducts my steps till night.

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