Ye magistrates, who love sweet Jesus' name, The following HYMN he requested (previous to his death) might be sung at his funeral, which was ac2 cordingly done, 1. "AH! lovely appearance of death, The corpse, when the spirit is fled, And longing to lie in its stead. 2. How blest is our brother, bereft Of all that could burthen his mind; How easy the soul that has left, Whose relics with envy I see, 3. This earth is affected no more, The war in the members is o'er, 4. This lanquishing head is at rest, Is heav'd by affliction no more! It ceases to flutter and beat, It never shall flutter again. 5. The lids he so seldom could close, (By sorrow forbidden to sleep,) Seal'd up in a lengthy repose, Have strangely forgotten to weep. The fountains can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free, The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see. 6. To mourn and to suffer is mine, And still for deliverance pine, And press to the issues of death. What now, with my tears I bedew, O might I this moment become! My spirit created anew, My flesh be consign'd to the tomb. FINIŠ. |