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CHRISTIAN INTERCOURSE, MEETING AND PARTING. 3 We share our mutual woes;

Our mutual burdens bear ;
And often for each other flows

The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part,

It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,

And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives

Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,

And longs to see the day.
6 From sorrow, toil, and pain,

And sin we shall be free;
And perfect love and friendship reign,
Through all eternity.

573.
S. M.-Separating for the work of Christ.
1 AND let our bodies part;

To different climes repair;
Inseparably joined in heart,

The friends of Jesus are. 2 O let us still proceed,

In Jesu's work below,
And following our triumphant Head,

To further conquest go.
3 O let our hearts and mind,

Continually ascend,
That haven of repose to find,

Where all our labours end. 4 O happy, happy place,

Where saints and angels meet!
There we shall see each other's face,

And all our brethren greet.

5 The church of the first-born,

We shall with them be blest;
And crowned with endless joy return,
To our eternal rest.

574. C. M.— The shortness of life. Death a final adieu to this world.

Job xiv. 1-15.
1 FEW are thy days, and full of woe,

O man of woman born!
Thy doom is written, “dust thou art,

And shalt to dust return."
2 Behold the emblem of thy state,

In flowers that bloom and die;
Or in the shadow's fleeting form,

That mocks the gazer's eye.
3 Guilty and frail, how shalt thou stand,

Before thy sovereign Lord ?
Can troubled and polluted springs,

A hallow'd stream afford ?
4 Determin’d are the days that fly,

Successive o'er thy head ;
The number'd hour is on the wing,

That lays thee with the dead.
5 Great God! afflict not in thy wrath,

The short allotted span,
That bounds the few and weary days

Of pilgrimage to man.
6 All nature dies, and lives again :

The flower that paints the field,
The trees that crown the mountain's brow,

And bows and blossoms yield,
7 Resign the honours of their form,

At winter's stormy blast,
And leave the naked leafless plain,

A desolated waste.

8 Yct soon reviving, plants and flowers

Anew shall deck the plain ;
The woods shall hear the voice of spring,

And flourish green again.
9 But man forsakes this earthly scene,

Ah! never to return :
Shall any following spring revive

The ashes of the urn ?
10 The mighty flood that rolls along

Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost,

From that abyss again.
11 So days, and years, and ages past,

Descending down to night,
Can henceforth never more return

Back to the gates of light. 12 And man, when laid in lonesome grave,

Shall sleep in death's dark gloom,
Until the eternal morning wake

The slumbers of the tomb.
13 O may the grave become to me

The bed of peaceful rest,
Whence I shall gladly rise at length,

And mingle with the blest ! 14 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind,

I'll wait heaven's high decree,
Till the appointed period come
When death shall set me free.

575,

L. M.The living and the dead. 1 WHERE are the dead? in heaven or hell

Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Their buried forms in bonds of clay,

Reserved until the judgment-day.
2 Who were the dead? The sons of time,

In every age, and state, and clime;
Renown'd, dishonour'd, or forgot,
The place that knew them, knows them not

3 Where are the living ? On the ground,

Where prayer is heard, and mercy found; Where, in the period of a span,

The mortal makes the immortal man.
4 Who are the living? They whose breath

Draws every moment nigh to death;
Of bliss or woe the eternal heirs;

O what an awful choice is theirs !
5 Then, timely warn'd, may we begin,

To follow Christ, and flee from sin,
Daily grow up in him our head,
Lord of the living and the dead !

584.
C. M.-On the death of ministers or missionaries.
1 WHY should our tears in sorrow flow,

When God recalls his own;
And bids them leave a world of woe

For an immortal crown?
2 Is not e'en death a gain to those

Whose life to God was given ?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,

To open them in heaven.
3 Their toils are past; their work is done ;

And they are fully blest :
They fought the fight, the victory won,

And enter'd into rest.
4 The flock must feel the Shepherd's loss,

And miss his tender care ;
But they who hear with joy the cross,

The crown shall soonest wear.
5 And is not he who called them home,

Still to his church most nigh;
To bid yet other labourers come,

And all their need supply?
6 Then let her sorrows cease to flow!

God has recall d his own;
But let our hearts, in every woe,

Still say, “ Thy will be done.

587. L.M.—“I shall be satisfied, when I awake with thy likeness." Ps.xvii. 16. 1 WHAT tongue can tell, what fancy paint,

The joys that fill th' enraptur'd saint,
When mix'd with heaven's triumphant throng,

He shares their bliss, and swells their song ? 2 He fears no pain, he feels no want,

His portion all that God can grant;
To see the Saviour as he is,

And dwell in heaven with him and his. 3 No darkness now obscures his mind :

The darkness all is left behind ;
And objects lately half conceal’d,

In full resplendence stand reveal'd. 4 His love, so cold, so mix'd before,

In heaven is cold and mix'd no more;
It gains the region whence it came,

And lives a pure, eternal flame.
5 He dwells exempt from all alarm :

No world is there to fright or charm ;
No foe to plot against his peace ;

No sin to give their schemes success. 6 O may I reach that blest abode,

Where saints obtain their rest in God!
For this, let every conflict here,
As nothing in my sight appear.

590.
L. M.-Death swallowed up in victory.
I WE sing his love who once was slain,

Who soon o'er death reviv'd again ;
That all his saints through him might have

Eternal conquest o'er the grave.
Chor. Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we

Shall rise to immortality.
2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep,

His own almighty power shall keep,

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