And praise Him for his mercies past, HYMN 112. (L. M. HONITON.) The martyrdom of St. Stephen. Acts vii. 54, &c. 1 As some tall rock amidst the waves The fury of the tempest braves, While the fierce billows, toss'd on high, 2 Thus they, who in the Lord confide, 3 So faithful Stephen, undismay'd, 4 "Behold!" he said, "the world of light 5 With such a Friend and Witness near, 6 May we by faith perceive Thee thus, HYMN 113. (C. M. MESSIAH.) On the death of a minister. 1 His master taken from his head,* And in desponding accents said, 2 But he forgot the Lord, who lifts 3 What! when a Paul has run his Is Israel left without resource, course, 4 Yes; while the great Redeemer lives 1 (C. M. HYMN 114. BIRMINGHAM.) Death sudden and dreadful to the unrepenting sinner. "My barns are full, my stores increase, "And now for many years, "Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, "Secure from want and fears."+ 2 Thus spake the thoughtless sinner once, As many now presume, And heard the Lord Himself pronounce His sudden, awful, doom! * 2 Kings ii. 5. † Luke xii. 19. 3 "Thou fool! this night thy soul must pass "Into a world unknown: "And who shall then the stores possess, "Which thou hast call'd thine own?" 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme For scenes of bliss below, Till death disturb the pleasing dream, 5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay, When, torn by death's strong hand away, 6 Lord! grant us wisdom to refuse And learn that better part to choose, HYMN 115. (C. M. BATH.) A happy death the portion only of the righteous. 1 How blest the righteous are, When they resign their breath! 2 "Oh! let me die," said he, "The death the righteous do! "When life is ended, let me be "Found with the faithful few !"* 3 But ah! such wish was vain; His heart was insincere ; * Num. xxiii. 10. He thirsted for unlawful gain, 5 Eternal God! may I Warning from hence receive! HYMN 116. (C. M. OTFORD.) Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord. 1 In vain our fancy strives to paint The glories that surround the saint, 2 One gentle sigh his fetters breaks; 3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail 4 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor can the heart conceive, What joys God hath for those prepared Who in his Son believe. 5 Thus much (and this is all) we know, They are completely blest, Have done with sin, and care, and woe, 1 On harps of gold his name they praise, HYMN 117. (c. M. MISSIONARY.) The triumph of the righteous. 1 Cor. xv. 52, &c. 1 WHEN the Archangel's trump shall sound, And earth's foundation shake, When opening graves shall yield their dead, 2 Then, with unfading glory crown'd, 4 Thanks be to God for Jesus Christ! Through which o'er sin, and death, and hell, 5 Then let us steadfast still remain, |