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HYMN 126. C.M.
Funeral Hymn - Victory over Death. (cont.)

5	Receive this nobler part of me,    And watch my sleeping dust:
6	Till that illustrious morning come,    When all thy saints shall rise, And cloth'd in full, immortal bloom,    Attend thee to the skies.
7	When thy triumphant armies sing    The honour of thy name; And heav'n's eternal arches ring    With glory to the Lamb:
8	O let me join th' enraptur'd lays,    And with the blissful throng, Resound salvation, pow'r, and praise,    In everlasting song!

HYMN 127. C.M.
Funeral Hymn - Death of a young child.

1	ALAS! how chang'd that lovely flow'r,    Which bloom'd and cheer'd my heart Fair fleeting comfort of an hour,    How soon we're call'd to part!
2	And shall my bleeding heart arraign    That God, whose ways are love? Or vainly cherish anxious pain    For her who rests above?
3	No! — let me rather humbly pay    Obedience to his will, And with my inmost spirit say,    "The Lord is righteous still."
4	From adverse blasts, and lowering storms,    Her favour'd soul he bore; And with yon bright, angelic forms,    She lives, to die no more.
5	Why should I vex my heart, or fast?    No more she'll visit me;

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HYMN 127. C.M.
Funeral Hymn - Death of a young child. (cont.)

5	My soul will mount to her at last,    And there my child I'll see.
6	Prepare me, blessed Lord, to share    The bliss thy people prove; Who round thy glorious throne appear,    And dwell in perfect love.

HYMN 128. C.M.
Funeral Hymn - Comfort for pious Parents bereaved of their children.

1	YE mourning saints, whose streaming tears    Flow o'er your children dead; Say not, in transports of despair,    That all your hopes are fled.
2	If cleaving to that darling dust,    In fond distress ye lie, Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view    A heav'nly parent nigh.
3	Tho', your young branches torn away,    Like wither'd trunks ye stand; With fairer verdure shall ye bloom,    Touch'd by the Almighty's hand.
4	"I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord,    "In my own house a place: "No names of daughters nor of sons    "Could yield so high a grace.
5	"Transient and vain is ev'ry hope    "A rising race can give: "In endless honour and delight    "My children all shall live."
6	We welcome, Lord, those rising tears,    Thro' which thy face we see; And bless those wounds, which thro' our hearts    Prepare a way for thee.