3 May death conclude our toils and tears! May death destroy our sins and fears! May death, through Jesus, be our friend! May death be life, when life shall end! 4 Crown our last moment with thy power-- The latest in our latest hour; Till to the raptured heights we soar, Where fears and death are known no more. 536. L. M. R. Hill. Prayer for the dying Christian. 1 Gently, my Father, let me down To slumber in the arms of death: I rest my soul on thee alone, E'en till my last expiring breath. 2 Soon will the storms of life be o'er, And I shall enter endless rest: There I shall live to sin no more, And bless thy name forever blest. 3 Bid me possess sweet peace within; Let childlike patience keep my heart; Then shall I feel my heaven begin, Before my spirit hence depart. 537. C. M. Anonymous. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." Ps. 23. 1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! Thou must go forth alone, To other scenes, to other worlds, That mortal hath not known. Thou must go forth alone, my soul,-- To tread the narrow vale; But He, whose word is sure, hath said His comforts shall not fail. 2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul, Along the darksome way; Where the bright sun has never shed His warm and gladsome ray. And yet the Sun of Righteousness Shall rise amidst the gloom, And scatter from thy trembling gaze The shadows of the tomb. 3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! To meet thy God above: But shrink not--He hath said, my soul, He is a God of love. His rod and staff shall comfort thee Across the dreary road, Till thou shalt join the blessed ones In heaven's serene abode. 538. 7s. & 4s. M. Mrs. Gilbert. Prayer for Support in Death. 1 When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, O, my Father, soothe my fears, Light me through the gloomy way; Break the shadows, Usher in eternal day;-- 2 Upward from this dying state Bid my waiting soul aspire; Open thou the crystal gate; To thy praise attune my lyre: Then, triumphant, I will join th' immortal choir. 539. C. M. Anonymous. The Happy Death. 1 Lord, must we die? O let us die Trusting in thee alone! Our living testimony given, Then leave our dying one. 2 If we must die, O let us die In peace with all mankind, And change these fleeting joys below For pleasures all refined. 3 If we must die,--as die we must,-- Let some kind seraph come, And bear us on his friendly wing To our celestial home!