107. The fame. Bleffed are the dead which die in the Lord: the ceafe from their labours. Rev xiv. 13. Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory. 1 Cor xv. 57. We fhall fee him as he is. 1 John iii. 2. 1 BLESSED are the dead who reft On the dear Redeemer's breaft: 2 Death, a meffenger of peace, 3 Now the ftorm's for ever o'er; Now they've gain'd the blissful fhore: Sav'd by Jefu's outstretch'd hand, 'They have reach'd the wish'd-for land. 4 More than conqu'rors through the Lamb, Caft their crowns before the throne, 5 Loft in wonder, now they gaze 108. The fame. He was carried by angels into Abraham's bofom. This day thou shalt be with me in Paradife. Now we fee through a glass darkly; but then face to face-now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 1 Cor. xiii. 12. THE 'HE faints, when they refign their breath, Are borne above to realms of light; When finking in the arms of death, They're precious then in Jefu's fight. 2 Precious to God are his redeem'd; 3 From evils here they're call'd away: Free from this world's unnumber'd cares, From fin's diftrefs and gloomy fears, Ꮮ. 4 From all their labours now they rest; 5 All this, and more, our brother proves : And him he praises, him he loves, Who makes his heav'n and all his blifs. 6 Whilft here below, he knew in part That deep, that boundless, heav'nly them 7 No more, as darkly through a glafs, Who did redeem him with his blood. 109. At the Funeral of a Child. "Shall go to him; he shall not return to me. 2 Sam. xii. 23. Their angels always behold the face of God. Matt. xviii. 10. will judge you, every one according to bis ways. Ezek. xviii. 30.. AN early fummons Jefus fends To call a child above; And, hear ye this, ye weeping friends, Far from this world of fin and woe, Against the Lord then do not strive; On Jefu's tender bofom laid, It feels no forrow there; 'Tis by its heav'nly Father fed, Nor needs a mother's care. 5 The child is gone, and we must go; It is our chief concern to know Opening a Place of Worship. Sung at opening the Meeting in Bartholomew-ftreet, Birmingham, O&. 9, 1791. I SAVIOUR, be pleas'd to meet us here; Upon their fouls fresh mercies pour; 4 O, thou dear Shepherd of the sheep, |