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'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 glorious
entrance into immortality!
kIYlIN
FOR
SERMON
XLIIL
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,
And
quell the
terrors
of
the 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.
When
we
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