SEAM. 'XLITI.J IDEATTL A BLESSING TO THE SATNT9. 241 symptoms of dying nature shall say, " Hark, he calleth 'thee,' let thy faith and thy love, and thy joy answer, " Lord, I come." Go, my soul, at the invitation of thy Redeemer, at the voice of thy beloved : Behold, he ap- pears, he comes : Go forth, and meet him. Drop this fleshly cloathing with holy delight ; átise, put on thy beautiful garments, and shine, for the, glory of the Lord is rising upon thee : Go, shine among the spirits of the just made perfect, thyself a spirit released from earth, and divested of all imperfection. O happy farewell to life and time ! O gloriousentrance into immortality! kIYlIN FOR SERMONXLIIL DEATH A BLESSING TO THE SAINTS. DO flesh and nature dread to die ? And timorous thoughts our minds en- slave ? But grace can raise our hopes on high, Andquell the terrors ofthe grave. What? Shall we run to gain the crown, Yet grieve to think the goal so near? Afraid to have our labours done, And finish this important war? Do we.not dwell in clouds below, And little know the God we love ? Why should we like this twilight so, When 'tie-all noun in worlds above ? There shall we see him face to face, There shall we know the great unknown: And Jesus, with bis glorious grace, Shiites in full light amidst the throne. Whenwe put off. this fleshly load, We're from a thousand mischiefs free, For ever present with our .God,. Where we have long'd and wish'd to be. No more shall pride or passion rise, Or envy fret, or malice roar, Or sorrow mourn with down-cast eyes, And sin defile our souls no more. 'Tis best, 'tis infinitely hest, To go where tempters cannot come, Where saints and angels ever blest, Dwell and enjoy their heavenly home. O for a'visit from my God, To drive my fears of death away, And help me thro' this darksome road, To realms of everlasting day t VQY.TI. IL
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