What is this absorbs me quite?

Steals my senses, shuts
my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?!

The world recedes; it disappears;
Heav'n opens to my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:

Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly !
O grave! where is thy victory?

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O Death! where is thy sting?

HYMN VI. FOR A FUneral.

WHY do we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?

"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.

Why should we tremble to convey,
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume

Thence he arose, ascending high,
And shew'd our feet the way

Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising-day.

Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise
Awake ye nations under ground;
Ye saints ascend the skies.

EVENING HYMN VII.

GLORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings Beneath thine own Almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills which I this day have done!! That with the world, my-self and thee peace may be.

I, ere I sleep, at peace m

Teach me to live, that I may 7 dread
The grave as little as my bed;

Teach me to die, that so I may

Rise glorious at the judgment day.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise him all creatures here below!

Praise him above ye heav'nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

HYMN VIII.

SALVATION! O, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for

every

A cordial for our fears.

wound,

Bury'd in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay,
But we arise by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.

Salvation! let the echo fly,

The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky, Conspire to raise the sound.

HYMN IX.

THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign,
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.

There everlasting spring abides,
And never with'ring flowers;
Death like a narrow sea divides
This heavenly land from ours.

O! could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With unbeclouded eyes!

Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,

Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

HYMN X.

BEYOND the glitt'ring starry skies,

Far as th' eternal hills,

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There, in the boundless worlds of light,
The great Redeemer dwells.

Legions of angels, strong and fair,
In countless armies shine,

At his right-hand, with golden harps,
To offer songs divine.

They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne:"

Clapp'd their triumphant wings, and cry'd, "The glorious work is done!"

HYMN XI.

How glorious, Lord, is thine abode,

Transparent is thy throne';

My soul with a desire, pants,'

For its eternal home.

There, pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.