3 The graves of all his saints he blest, Where should the dying members rest, 4 Thence he arose, ascending high, 5 Then let the last, loud trumpet sound, 668 S. M. MONTGOMERY. On the Death of an aged Minister. 1 SERVANT of God, well done! 2 The voice of midnight came; A mortal arrow pierced his frame; 3 Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, 4 The pains of death are past; And, life's long warfare closed at last, 5 Soldier of Christ, well done! 669 C. M. DODDRIDGE. Support under the Loss of Ministers. 1 NOW let our mourning hearts revive, And all our tears be dry; Why should those eyes be drowned in grief, Which view a Savior nigh? 2 What though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade? What though the prophet and the priest 3 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The watchful eye in darkness closed, 4 The eternal Shepherd still survives, His eye still guides us, and his voice 5 "Lo, I am with you," saith the Lord; 522 670 C. M. DODDRIDGE. The Gospel Treasure in earthen Vessels. 1 HOW rich thy bounty, King of kings! The blessings which thy gospel brings, 2 Gold is but dross, and gems but toys, 3 Yet all these treasures of thy grace 4 Feebly they lisp thy glories forth; Quickly they moulder back to earth; 5 Such wonders Power divine effects; 523 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye. 2 Thou art a God before whose sight Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 3 But to thy house will I resort, 4 O, may thy Spirit guide my feet 5 The men that love and fear thy name 672 L. M. A Morning Psalm. Ps. 3. WATTS. 1 TIRED with the burdens of the day, To thee I raised an evening cry; Thou heard'st when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 2 Supported by thine heavenly aid, I laid me down, and slept secure ; He raised my head to see the light, 673 C. M. Morning Hymn. GENTLEMAN'S MAG. 1 ON thee each morning, O my God, 2 My soul, in pleasing wonder lost, And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares 3 God leads me through the maze of sleep, |