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CHRISTIAN INTERCOURSE, MEETING AND PARTING. 3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear ;
The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
And hope to meet again.
Our courage by the way;
And longs to see the day.
And sin we shall be free;
To different climes repair;
The friends of Jesus are. 2 O let us still proceed,
In Jesu's work below,
To further conquest go.
Where all our labours end. 4 O happy, happy place,
Where saints and angels meet!
And all our brethren greet.
5 The church of the first-born,
We shall with them be blest;
574. C. M.— The shortness of life. Death a final adieu to this world.
Job xiv. 1-15.
O man of woman born!
And shalt to dust return."
In flowers that bloom and die;
That mocks the gazer's eye.
Before thy sovereign Lord ?
A hallow'd stream afford ?
Successive o'er thy head ;
That lays thee with the dead.
The short allotted span,
Of pilgrimage to man.
The flower that paints the field,
And bows and blossoms yield,
At winter's stormy blast,
A desolated waste.
8 Yct soon reviving, plants and flowers
Anew shall deck the plain ;
And flourish green again.
Ah! never to return :
The ashes of the urn ?
Its torrents to the main,
From that abyss again.
Descending down to night,
Back to the gates of light. 12 And man, when laid in lonesome grave,
Shall sleep in death's dark gloom,
The slumbers of the tomb.
The bed of peaceful rest,
And mingle with the blest ! 14 Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind,
I'll wait heaven's high decree,
L. M.—The living and the dead. 1 WHERE are the dead? in heaven or hell
Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Reserved until the judgment-day.
In every age, and state, and clime;
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.
Draws every moment nigh to death;
O what an awful choice is theirs !
To follow Christ, and flee from sin,
When God recalls his own;
For an immortal crown?
Whose life to God was given ?
To open them in heaven.
And they are fully blest :
And enter'd into rest.
And miss his tender care ;
The crown shall soonest wear.
Still to his church most nigh;
And all their need supply?
God has recall d his own;
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,
He shares their bliss, and swells their song ? 2 He fears no pain, he feels no want,
His portion all that God can grant;
And dwell in heaven with him and his. 3 No darkness now obscures his mind :
The darkness all is left behind ;
In full resplendence stand reveal'd. 4 His love, so cold, so mix'd before,
In heaven is cold and mix'd no more;
And lives a pure, eternal flame.
No world is there to fright or charm ;
No sin to give their schemes success. 6 O may I reach that blest abode,
Where saints obtain their rest in God!
Who soon o'er death reviv'd again ;
Eternal conquest o'er the grave.
Shall rise to immortality.
His own almighty power shall keep,