Days and moments quickly flying
  Blend the living with the dead;
Soon shall we who sing be lying,
  Each within our narrow bed.

2 Soon our souls to God who gave them
  Will have sped their rapid flight;
Able now by grace to save them,
  Oh, that while we can we might.

3 Jesus, infinite Redeemer,
  Maker of this mighty frame,
Teach, oh, teach us to remember
  What we are, and whence we came:—­

4 Whence we came, and whither wending
  Soon we must through darkness go,
To inherit bliss unending,
  Or eternity of woe.

     Rev. Edward Caswell, 1849.

As the tree falls so must it lie;
As the man lives so will he die;
As the man dies, such must he be
All through the days of eternity. 
          Amen.

488 St. Sylvester. 8s & 7s.

Matthew 6:10. (1097)

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding
  O’er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
  Calmly say,—­thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we’re not forsaken;
  Though afflicted, not alone;
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken;
  Blessed Lord,—­thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we’re filled with mourning,
  Mercy still is on the throne;
With thy smiles of love returning,
  We can sing—­thy will be done.

4 By thy hands the boon was given,
  Thou hast taken but thine own: 
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
  Evermore,—­thy will be done!

     Thomas Hastings.

489 Rest.  L.M.

Sleeping in Jesus. (1077)

Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes, shall dim the hour, Which manifests the Savior’s power.

3 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,
And wait the summons from on high.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessed sleep,
From whence none ever wake to weep.

     Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832.

490 Rest.  L.M.

The End of that Man is Peace. (1078)

How blest the righteous when he dies! 
  When sinks a weary soul to rest! 
How mildly beam the closing eyes! 
  How gently heaves the expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away;
  So sinks the gale when storms are o’er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
  So dies a wave along the shore.

3 A holy quiet reigns around,
  A calm which life nor death destroys;
And naught disturbs that peace profound
  Which his unfettered soul enjoys.

4 Life’s labor done, as sinks the clay,
  Light from its load the spirit flies,
While heaven and earth combine to say,
  How blest the righteous when he dies!