5 Turn, mortal! turn; thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead.

6 Turn, Christian! turn; thy soul apply
To truths divinely given;

The forms, which underneath thee lie,
Shall live, for hell, or heaven.

Death and Eternity.

1 STOOP down, my thoughts! that used to rise
Converse a while with death;
Think-how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

2 His quivering lip hangs feebly down,
His pulse is faint and few;
Then, speechless, with a dofeful groan,
He bids the world adieu !

3 But Oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay :

Ye thoughts! pursue it where it flies,
And track its wondrous way :-

4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,
It mounts, triumphant there;-
Or devils plunge it down to hell,
In infinite despair.

5 And must this body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?

Oh! for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above!

6 Jesus! to thy dear faithful hand,
My naked soul I trust;

And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into my dust.

648.

L. M.

Prayer for the dying Christian.

1 GENTLY, my Saviour! let me down,
To slumber in the arms of death:
I rest my soul on thee alone,
E'en till my last expiring breath.

? Soon will the storm of life be o'er,
And I shall enter endless rest:
There I shall live to sin no more,

And bless thy name for ever blest.
3 Bid me possess sweet peace within ;
Let childlike patience keep my heart;
Then shall I feel my heaven begin,
Before my spirit hence depart.
4 Hasten thy chariot, God of love!
And fetch me from this world of wo;
I long to reach those joys above,
And bid farewell to all below.

5 There shall my raptured spirit raise
Still louder notes than angels sing,--
High glories to Immanuel's grace,-
My God, my Saviour, and my King!

649.

L. M.

Mourning with Submission. 1 THE God of love will sure indulge The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, When righteous persons fall around,When tender friends and kindred die. 2 Yet not one anxious, murm'ring thought Should with our mourning passions bleni. Nor would our bleeding hearts forget Th' almighty, ever-living Friend.

3 Beneath a numerous train of ills,

Our feeble flesh and heart may fail;
Yet shall our hope in thee, our God,
O'er every gloomy fear prevail.

4 Our Father-God! to thee we look,

Our Rock, our Portion and our Friend;
And on thy covenant-love and truth,
Our sinking souls shall still depend.

650.

C. M.

The Death of a Youth.

1 WHEN blooming youth is snatched away,

By death's resistless hand,

Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
That pity must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
Oh! may this truth, impressed
With awful power,-"I too must die ""
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Let this vain world engage no more;
Behold the gaping tomb!

It bids us seize the present hour,-
To-morrow death may come.

4 Oh! let us fly-to Jesus fly

Whose powerful arm can save;
Then shall our hopes ascend on high,
And triumph o'er the grave.

5 Great God! thy sovereign grace impart,
With cleansing, healing pen &i
This only can prepare the heart,
For death's surprising hour.

651.

C. M.

Death and the Resurrection.

1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path; Amid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured king,
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains, in solitude,
Shall sleep the years away.
3 Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust,
The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;

For, o'er life's-wreck, that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too,-this little dust,-
Our Father's care shall keep,

Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.

5 Then love's soft dew, o'er every eye,
Shall shed its mildest rays,

And the long-silent dust shall burst,
With shouts of endless praise.

652.

C. M.

Death dreadful or delightful.

1 DEATH!-'t is a melancholy day,
To those who have no God,-
When the poor soul is forced away
To seek her last abode.

2 In vain, to heaven she lifts her eyes.-
But guilt a heavy chain,

Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire, and pain.

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of wo!
Let stubborn sinners fear:

Why will ye sink to flames below,
And dwell for ever there?

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;

And thou, my soul! look downward too,
And sing recovering grace.

C. M.

653. Death and Judgment appointed to all.

1 HEAVEN has confirmed the dread decree
That Adam's race must die;
One general ruin sweeps them down,
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men! the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;
Hark! how the awful summons sounds,
In every funeral-knell!

3 Once you must die-and once for all,-
The solemn purport weigh;

For know, that heaven and hell are hung,
On that important day.

1 Those eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see;

And every word, and every thought,
Must pass his scrutiny.

5 Oh! may I, in the Judge, behold
My Saviour and my Friend;
And, far above the reach of death,
With all thy saints ascend.

JUDGMENT.

7s.

654. Christ coming to save his People 1 Hark-that shout of rapturous joy Bursting forth from yonder cloud! Jesus comes-and, through the sky, Angels tell their joy aloud.

2 Hark! the trumpet's awful voice Sounds abroad through sea and land; Let his people now rejoice,

Their redemption is at hand.

3 See-the Lord appears in view;
Heaven and earth before him fly;
Rise, ye saints! he comes for you,-
Rise, to meet him in the sky.

4 Go and dwell with him above,
Where no foe can e'er molest;
Happy in the Saviour's love,
Ever blessing, ever blest.

655.

C. M.

God, the awful Judge.

I SING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts!
And thou, O earth! adore;

Let death and hell, through all their coaste
Stand trembling at his power.

2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky,
He makes the clouds his throne:
There all his stores of lightning lie,
Till vengeance darts them down.

3 Think, O my soul! the dreadful day,
When this incensed God

Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea,
And send his wrath abroad.