2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed; How kind their slumbers are! From sufferings and from sin released, And freed from every snare. 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord! The labors of their mortal life End in a large reward. 548. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll. "Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord." 1 Hark! a voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead, In the Lord who sweetly die! They from all their toils are freed. 2 Ready for their glorious crown,-- Sorrows past and sins forgiven,-- Here they lay their burthen down, Hallowed and made meet for heaven. 3 Yes! the Christian's course is run; Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done; Death is swallowed up in life. 4 When from flesh the spirit freed Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, "A man is dead!" Angels sing, "A child is born!" 549. L. M. Mrs. Mackay. "Asleep in Christ." 1 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 that hour, Which manifests the Saviour's power! 3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious hiding place; On Indian plains, or Lapland's snows, Believers find the same repose. 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep. 550. C. M. 8l. Anonymous. The Resurrection. 1 All nature dies and lives again: The flowers that paint the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow, And boughs and blossoms yield,-- Resign the honors of their form At winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked, leafless plain A desolated waste. 2 Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers Anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again. So, to the dreary grave consigned, Man sleeps in death's dark gloom, Until th' eternal morning wake The slumbers of the tomb. 3 O may the grave become to me The bed of peaceful rest, Whence I shall gladly rise at length, And mingle with the blessed! Cheered by this hope, with patient mind I'll wait Heaven's high decree, Till the appointed period come When death shall set me free. 551. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith. The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality. 1 As twilight's gradual veil is spread Across the evening sky; So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die.