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In every faint and painful hour
Christ shall be round our bed ;
Our drooping heart and head.
Then grief will not be vain ;
Some everlasting gain.
DEATH AND AFTER DEATH. I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labours.
301. Christ hath abolished Death. (7's.)
We shall see as we are seen ;
302. The Judgment Day. I saw the dead, small and great, stand be
fore God; And the books were opened : And another book was opened, which is the
book of life: And the dead were judged Out of those things which were written in
the books, According to their works. And the sea gave up the dead which were
in it; And death and hell delivered up the dead
which were in them : And they were judged Every man according to their works. And whosoever was not found written in
the book of life Was cast into the lake of fire.
Rev. xx. 12, 13, 15.
303. The Heavens shall depart as a Scroll. The Lord himself Shall descend from heaven with a shout,
With the voice of the archangel,
words. 1 Thess. iv. 16.
304. Life will not wait for us.
As the winged arrow flies,
305. Enoch's Prophecy of Judgment Day.
them Of all their ungodly deeds Which they have ungodly committed, And of all their hard speeches Which ungodly sinners have spoken against him.
Jude 14, 15.
306. The Books were opened. (C.M.) At the Great Day, when you shall stand
Before the judgment-seat,
The eye of God to meet,-
And every heart shall read.
Each thought and word and deed.
Each wicked thing you've done,
Though here 'twere known to none.
Which grieve the Lord on high ; And pray that He, for Jesus' sake,
Would blot them ere you die !
307. Taken from the Evil to come. (c. m.) O LORD, though early Thou dost call
Thy lamb to Thee above;
Do flow from only love.
And guard it safe from barms;
Thou tak'st it to thine arms. 'Tis on thy tender bosom laid,
And knows no sorrow there ; 'Tis by a heav'nly parent fed,
And needs no more our care.
While living, still 'twas thine ;
In spotless robes to shine.
308. Not dead, but gone to Heaven. "
WHY, O mother, will you weep ?