HYMN 66. Saints happy at Death. Sung at the Funeral of Mr. JOHN LOYNS, June the 26th. 1692. Who (to the great Grief of his Godly Friends) was accidentally Drowned in the River of Thames.
1
The
Length of all our Life and Age,
O Lord, is in thy hand;
And we must go when thou dost call,
and yield to thy Command.
2
Our days are few, and pass away,
like as a shadow flys;
Let's ready be, O Lord we pray,
and shun all Vanities.
3
When we go out of our own Doors,
none knows what may befall,
Or come on us, e'er we return;
Life's uncertain to all.
4
O call to Mind, remember then,
our Time consumeth fast;
Why hast thou made the Sons of Men,
as things in vain to waste?
5
What Man is he that Liveth here,
and Death shall never see?
Or, from the hand of the dark Grave,
can, Lord, deliver'd be?
6
But blest are they, who die in Christ,
their Death to them is Gain;
Their Souls do go to Paradice;
the Wicked go to Pain.
7
Praised be God for Jesus Christ,
who gives such Victory
Unto thy Saints, o'er Sin and Death;
sing Praise continually.
8
The Godly ly in a sweet Sleep,
they sleep in Jesus do;
And no more Pain, nor Sorrow shall
for ever undergo.
