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2 In Christ's obedience clothe,
And wash me in his blood;
Among the sons of God. 3 My soul for refuge flies
To him that died for men,
To take away my sin.
And save me in thy Son. 5 Let me attest thy pow'r,
And all thy goodness prove,
full soul can hold no more
510. Triumph over Death through Christ.
Į will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will
redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plague; O grave, I will be thy destruction.--Hosea xiii. 14.
GUIDE me, O thou great JEHOVAH!
Pilgrim through this desert land;
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand;
2 Open thon the living fountain, ora 11 &
Whence the healing streans dofflow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar, yol art Lead ine all my journey through ;
Strong deliv'rer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Songs of praises
Musing on my heav'nly home,
Here vanity is all I see,
511. Victory over Death, C.M. O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us
the victory O FOR an overcoming faith a's try?
To cheer my dying hours,
And all his frightful powers! 2 Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips should sing,
And where, 0 death, thy sting?
sting LIFE AND DEATH. 512 3 If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure, ;m has
The law gives sin its damning power;
: Bat Christ, my ransom, died. 4 Now to the Gop of victory
Iinmortal thanks be paid,
Through Christ our living head.
512. Encouragement to the Dying Be
liever. 8-7. Now we see through a glass, darkly ; but then face to
face.--1. Cor. xii. 12.
To the sight of Jesus go.
Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above ;
Bear a momentary pain ;
Suffer, with thy Lord to reign, 4 Kept by bis divine compassion
He receives thee to his breast;
5 There with him, who died to save thee,
Ever shalt thou reigo above;
513. At the Death of u Believer.
Thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through
our LORD JESUS CHRIST.-1. Cor. xv. 57. BLESSING, honour, thanks, and praise,
Pray we, gracious God, to thee :
Givest us the victory;
Thou hast glorify'd thy Son;
He for us the fight hath won. 2 Lo! the pris'ner is releas'd,
Lighten’d of his fleshly load ;
He is gather'd in to God !
All his warfare now is o'er
Grief and suff'ring are no more. 3 Yes, the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife;
Death is swallow'd up of life,
Borne by Angels far above,
Up to God the spirit flies;
Rests with Christ in Paradise. 4 Join we then with one accord,
In the new, tbe joyful song;
We shall not continue long:
We a better lot shall share,
Meet our happy brother there.
514. At the Death of a Believer.
Blessed are the dead, which die in the LORD, from
henceforth : Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.Rev. xiv. 13.
HARK, a voice! It sounds from heaven:
“ Blessed are the dead who die
From a world of woe to fly!
From their labour now they rest. -2 All their toils and conflicts over
Lo ! they dwell with Christ above: O what glories they discover
In the Saviour whom they love!