AUTUMN. 8s & 7s.

2nd & 3d times.

1.

2. Youth, on length of days presuming,
Who the paths of pleasure tread,
View us, late in beauty blooming,
Numbered now among the dead.
3. Though as yet no losses grieve you,
Gay with health and many a grace,
Let no cloudless skies deceive you;
Summer gives to autumn place.
4. Yearly in our course appearing,
Messengers of shortest stay,
Thus we preach in mortal hearing-
Ye, like us, shall pass away.

5. On the tree of life eternal,

O let all our hopes be laid!
This alone, for ever vernal,

Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

1174. 8s & 7s.

HORNE.

1. CEASE, ye mourners, cease to languish O'er the grave of those you love; Pain, and death, and night and anguish, Enter not the world above.

2. While our silent steps are straying

Lonely through night's deepening shade,
Glory's brightest beams are playing
Round the happy Christian's head.
3. Light and peace at once deriving

From the hand of God most high,
In His glorious presence living,
They shall never, never die.
4. Endless pleasure, pain excluding,

Sickness, there, no more can come;
There, no fear of woe intruding,
Shed's o'er heaven a moment's gloom.

COLLYER.

1175. 8s & 7s.

1. CEASE here longer to detain me,
Fondest mother, drowned in woe,
Now thy kind caresses pain me,
Morn advances, let me go.

2. See yon orient streak appearing,
Harbinger of endless day;
Hark! a voice beyond thy hearing,
Calls my new-born soul away.

3. Yet to leave thee sorrowing pains me―
Hark! that voice again I hear;
Now thine arms no more detain me-
Follow me, my mother dear.

1176. 7s & 4s.

1. WHEN the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay-
Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears,
Light me through the darksome way;
Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.

2. Upward from this dying state,
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
Open Thou the crystal gate,
To Thy praise attune my lyre;
Then, triumphant,

I will join the immortal choir. 3. When the mighty trumpet blown,

Shall the judgment dawn proclaim,
From the central, burning throne,
'Mid creation's final flame,

With the ransomed,

Thou wilt own my worthless name!

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1177. 9s & Ss.

1. CHRISTIAN, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee,

And all the midnight shadows flee,
Tinged are the distant skies with glory,

A beacon light hung out for thee;
Arise, arise! the light breaks o'er thee;
Thy name is graven on the throne;
Thy home is in the world of glory,
Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

2. Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges, Calmly, composed, and dauntless, stand, For lo! beyond those scenes emerges

The hights that bound the promised land.

Behold! behold! the land is nearing, Where the wild sea-storm's rage is o'er; Hark! how the heavenly hosts are cheering, See in what throngs they range the shorel

3. Cheer up! cheer up! the day breaks o'er thee,

Bright as the summer's noon-tide ray, The star gemm'd crowns and realms of glory

Invite thy happy soul away;
Away! away! leave all for glory,

Thy name is graven on the throne;
Thy home is in that world of glory,
Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

2. With joy shall I behold the day,
That calls my thirsting soul away
To dwell among the blest!
For, lo! my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to His rest!

3. E'en now, to my expecting eyes The heaven-built towers of Salem rise; E'en now, with glad survey,

I view her mansions, that contain The angel forms, a beauteous train, And shine with cloudless day, 4. Hither, from earth's remotest end, Lo! the redeemed of God ascend, Their tribute hither bring; Here, crowned with everlasting joy, In hymns of praise their tongues employ, And hail th' immortal King.

1179. C. P. M.

MERRICK.

1. IF death my friend and me divide,
Thou dost not, Lord, my sorrow chide,

Or frown my tears to see:
Restrained from passionate excess,
Thou bidst me mourn in calm distress
For those that rest in Thee.

2. I feel a strong, immortal hope,
Which bears my mournful spirit up,
Beneath its mountain load:
Redeemed from death, and grief, and pain,,
I soon shall find my friend again
Within the arms of God.

3. Pass a few fleeting moments more, And death the blessing shall restore,

Which death hath snatched away; For me Thou wilt the summons send, And give me back my parted friend, In that eternal day.

1180. C. P. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. THE Lord into His garden comes, The spices yield a rich perfume,

The lilies grow and thrive; Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus, flow to every vine,

And make the dead revive.

2. Come, brethren, you who love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of His word,

In Jesus' word go on;

Our troubles and our trials here
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

3. We feel that heaven is now begun,
It issues from the shining throne,
From Jesus' throne on high;
It comes in floods we can't contain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again,
And yet we still are dry.

4. There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring,

When all the saints get home.
Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
Soon we shall meet together there,
For Jesus bids us come.

CARMEL. C. P. M.

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1181. C. P. M.

2. This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,

From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,

And seeks the things above.

3. There is my house and portion fair:
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,

And Jesus bids me come.

4. I come, Thy servant, Lord, replies; I come to meet Thee in the skies,

And claim my heavenly rest!
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;
Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to Thy breast!

1182. C. P. M.

J. WESLEY.

1. We suffer with our Master hereBut shall before His face appear,

And by His side sit down;

To patient faith the prize is sure; And all that to the end endure

The cross, shall wear the crown.

2. The great, mysterious Deity,
We soon with open face shall see:
The beatific sight

Shall fill heaven's sounding courts with
praise,

And wide diffuse the golden blaze
Of everlasting light.

3. The Father, shining on His throne,
The glorious, co-eternal Son,
The Spirit, one and seven,
Conspire our rapture to complete;
And lo! we fall before His feet,
And silence heightens heaven.

4. In hope of that ecstatic pause,
Jesus, we now sustain the cross,
And at Thy footstool fall;
Till Thou our hidden life reveal,
Till Thou our ravished spirits fill,
And God be all in all!

C. WESLEY.

KINGSLEY. 11s.

G. KINGSLEY.

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