O then, ere the turf or tomb
Cover us from every eye,
Spirit of Instruction, come;

Make us learn that we must die!

CCXLVII.

THE REPOSE OF DEATH.
Words by C. Wesley. Music, Sion.

1. HOW blest is the Christian, bereft
Of all that could burthen his mind :
How easy the soul that hath left

This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable thou,

Whose relics with envy

I see:

No longer in misery bound,

No longer a sinner like me.

2. This earth is affected no more

With sickness, or shaken with pain:
The war in thy members is o'er,
And never shall vex thee again :
No anger, henceforward, nor shame
Shall redden this innocent clay,
Extinct is the animal flame,

And passion is vanish'd away.

3.[To mourn and suffer] &c. as in next page.

CCXLVIII.

SECOND PART.

4. THIS languishing head is at rest,
It's thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet immoveable breast

Is heaved by affliction no more:
This heart is no longer the seat
Of trouble and torturing pain;
It ceases to flutter and beat,

It never shall flutter again.

5. The lids he so seldom could close, (By sorrow forbidden to sleep,) Seal'd in unbroken repose,

up

Have strangely forgotten to weep: The fountains can yield no supplies, Their dim orbs from water are free; The tears are all wiped from those eyes, And evil they never shall see. 6. To mourn and suffer is mine,

While bound in this prison I breathe; And still for deliverance pine,

And press to the issues of death.What now with my tears I bedew, Prepare me, great God! to become: My spirit created anew

Ere I am consign'd to the tomb!

CCXLIX.

AN ALARM.

(Newton) Music, Clark's.

1. STOP, poor sinner! stop and think,
Before you further go;

Will you play upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?

Stop! be yet intreated,―stop :
For, unless you warning take,
Ere e you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!

2. Say, have you an arm like God,
That you His will oppose?

Fear you not the iron rod

With which He strikes His foes?

Can you

stand in that dread day
When He judgment will proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
'Like wax before the flame?'

3. Pale-faced death must quickly come
To draw you to His bar:

Then, to hear your awful doom
Must fill you with despair!

All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of deep ensanguined dye;

Each

Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?.
4. But as yet there is a hope!
You may His mercy know:
Though His arm is lifted

up

He still forbears the blow!

T'was for sinners JESUS died;
Sinners HE invites to come:
None who come shall be denied;

He says,

"there still is room".*

• Luke xiv. 22.

CCL.
CALVARY.

(Words by Pitt.)

1. A MINGLED sound from Calvary I hear, And the loud tumults thicken on my ear: The shouts of murderers that insult the slain;

The voice of torment, and the shrieks of pain!

2. The Saviour's wide extended arms I see, Transfix'd with nails and fastened to the

tree;

I see my King with purple cover'd round, His own rich blood that streams from every wound.

3. I see with grief the thorny circle red; The guilty wreath that blushes round His head:

And with what rage the bloody scourge applied,

Curls round His limbs, and ploughs his sacred side.

4. At such a sight let all my anguish rise ; Break up, break up, ye fountains of mine eyes!

Here let my tears in gushing torrents flow:
Here would I pause, and give a loose to

woe!

5. While such a spectacle of woe appears, Breathe gales of sighs, and weep a flood of tears;

Canst thou, ungrateful Man! His torment

see,

Nor weep for Him who shed his blood for thee?

CCLI.

*SUFFERING.

(Words by Cowper. Air, as 62nd Ps. Mel. Sac.) 1. LORD! who hast suffer'd all for me My peace and pardon to procure,

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