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SERM.

THE

DP!

Atli

OT IQINDRLD

iDIPROVED.

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duly considered

my

past conduct toward

my

relations

deceased, and does

it improve

itself to

my

conscience

at

the

review

?

Or

have

I

found matter

for

self-

conderima-

tion and

repentance? Have I treasured

up the

memory

of

their virtues

in

my

heart, and

set them before me as

the

copy

of

my

life

?

Have

my

thoughts followed the

soul

of

my

dear departed

friend,

and

traced

it

with

plea-

sure

to the world

of

blessed

spirits

;

and

does

my

own

soul seem to

fix

its

hope

and joy

there, and to dwell

there

above

?

Are

my

thoughts

become

more

spiritual

and

heavenly

?

I

live

more

as

a

borderer

on

the

other

world, since a piece

of

me

is

gone

thither

?

And

am

I

ready for the summons,

if it

should come

before

to-morrow

?

"

Happy

christian,

who

has been

taught

by

the

Spirit

of

grace

to

improve the death even

of

the

dearest rela-

tive

to so

divine

an advantage

!

The

words

of

my

text

are

then

fulfilled

experimentally

in

you:

"

Death

is

yours

:"

Death

itself

is

made

a.

part

of

your

treasures.

The parting

stroke

is

painful indeed,

but

it

carries

a

blessing in

it

too;

for

it

has

promoted your

heavenly

and

eternal

interest."

.Amen.

HYMN

FOR

SERMON

XLII.

DEATH

OF

KINDRED IMPROVED.

JTUST

friends

and

kindred

drop and

die? O

may

our feet

pursue

the

way,

Our

pious fathers

led

;

While

love and

holy

zeal

obey

The

counsels

of

the dead.

Must

helpers

be

withdrawn?

While

sorrow,

with

a

weeping eye,

Counts

up

our comforts

gone.

Be thou our comfort,

mighty

God,

Our helper

and

our

friend

:

plor

leave

us,

in

this dang'rous

road,

Till

all

our

trialil

end.

Let

us

be

wean'd from

all

below

;

Let

hope

our

grief dispel;

Death

will

invite our

souls

to

go,

Where our

best

kindred dwell,