2 Alas! how many he has left to weep,
While he is gone to join the ransom'd sheep,
Where tears are wip'd away:

We mourn our loss, he can rejoice and sing:
How oft our souls have been upon
the wing

To hear him preach and pray.

3 Lord, make it up to those who mourn and sigh, And to the fatherless be ever nigh,

And be the widow's Friend;

Her loss is great, but thou art greater still,
Thou canst her soul with consolations fill,
And ev'ry comfort send.

4 May those who heard him preach from day to day
Christ as the sinner's Friend, the only Way,
Remember ev'ry truth:
Salvation full and free was all his theme,
And everlasting love did on him beam,
He felt it from his youth.

5 But ah! how soon his blessed work is done!
He preach'd a precious Christ, and soon is gone
To take his free reward:

Mysterious providence, it strikes the mind,
Why's he call'd' home and others left behind;
That merits no regard.

6 Be still and kuow 'tis God, the great I AM,
Who call'd him home according to his plan,
Therefore it must be best:

He preach'd as long as God had fore-ordain'd,
And over hell and sin the vict'ry gain'd,
Then took his flight to rest.

7 Methinks I hear his mourning church complain, But ah! their loss is his eternal gain,

Their pastor and their brother:

Lord, hear their pray'rs, attend unto their call, And send them one who'll crown Christ Lord of all,

O send them such another, ~

8 Jehovah views each sympathizing tear; Although you mourn there's nothing yet to fear, He'll make up ev'ry loss;

To father, mother, wife, and children too,
'Tis all in love, whate'er Jehovah do,
"Tis his appointed cross.

9. But what you know not now, you'll know hereafter, Though now you mourn your dolorous disaster, That he should die so soon;

God will hereafter make the matter plain,
How he so soon the vict'ry did obtain,
And leave off work at noon.

10 O may we all who feel ourselves concern'd,
Be taught of God the lesson he had learn'd,
And make his God our choice;

Then, should we bear the cross beyond his years,
And labour longer here with doubts and fears,
With him we shall rejoice.

11 Then may we leave our all at Jesus' feet,
Our joys below will never be complete;
Let hope be on the wing:

Although death takes our dearest friends away,
And leave us here to mourn, and sigh, and pray,
We shall hereafter sing.

12 And in his steps, may thousand thousands tread, He preach'd up Christ the chosen people's Head, And crown'd him Lord of all;

Free grace he preach'd, free grace is now his song,
He's shouting viet'ry with the blood-bought throng,
At Jesus' feet they fall.
13 May we like him be ready to appear,
He saw in Christ his title good and clear
To joys that never end;

Then we shall shout the glories of the Lamb,
And wonder at redemption's glorious plan,
As well as our dear friend.

14 While here below he preach'd Christ crucified, This was his theme until the hour he died

And bid the world adieu :

Though dead, he speaks to many I've no doubt,
And what he preach'd I hope will soon come out
And stand the public view.
15 Electing grace, and everlasting love,
He gloried in below, and now above
He triumphs in the same;

Amongst his flock these blessed truths were known,
They lov'd to hear the gospel trumpet sound,
The sound of Jesus' name.

No Enjoyment in the Externals of Religion without the
Presence of God in them.

1 How sweet are the moments
When Jesus is near,

The world, sin, and Satan,
Can't put me in fear:
How sweet is his presence,
How charming his voice,
When Christ smiles upon me
'Tis then I rejoice.

2 How sweet is a promise,
When by him applied,
When I see the mountain
Where my Saviour died;
How sweet to see Jesus

My God and my Friend,
Whose love is the same
From beginning to end.

3 How sweet when by faith
I can hear him declare,
Of my word and my promise.
You need not despair,
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I never will leave you,

This is his own word;
How sweet to live trusting

On Thus saith the Lord.

74 How sweet to see Jesus
On Calvary's tree;

How sweet, when I see him
There dying for me,

To hear him declare

It is finish'd and done,
By the Almighty Jesus,
Jehovah's own Son.

5 How sweet to see Jesus
Ascend from the tomb,

Salvation completed,
Redemption is done;
He now pleads his cause

At the right hand of God;

He purchas'd my soul

At the price of his blood.

6 How sweet to see Jesus
Upon his own throne,
Who once in my nature
Did for me atone;

He bore in his body

My sin and my guilt,
To pay down my ransom
His own blood was spilt.

7 How sweet to see Jesus
My life and my way,
Who in my distresses

Directs me to pray:
His eyes are upon me,
He hears my sad cry;

While Jesus lives for me
I never can die.

8 How sweet 'tis to pray
When God tells me how;

Without him I chatter,
I promise, I vow;
But all comes to nothing,
My pride gets a fall,
And God makes me know

That I've not pray'd at all.

9 How sweet to lay low

At the feet of the Lamb,

A poor saved sinner,

A poor helpless man;
Relying on Jesus,

My Way and my End,
My Jesus, my Portion,

My God, and my Friend.

10 How sweet 'tis to feel

The warm beams of the sun;

And when Jesus draws me,

How sweet 'tis to run;

And when he upholds me,
How bold can I stand,

For never one sheep

Was pluck'd out of his hand.

11 How sweet to see Jesus

My Lord and my God,
Why holds out the sceptre
And lays by the rod :

The work is completed,

The battle is won,

All belov'd by the Father

Are redeem'd by the Son.

They shall call upon me. Psalm xci. 15. 10 Blessed words the Lord declares, That they shall call on me;