A HYMN,
Reading edition
COMPOSED ON THE OCCASION OF THE DEATH OF
MR. JOSEPH MATTHEWS,
Who departed this Life, on the 24th of February 1827, after a long and severe illness.
GREAT God, we bow to thy decree, And own thy sentence right; Thy sov’reign voice has call’d away Our brother from our sight.
Dear Jesus, we believe thou art The sinner’s only friend; Nor death, nor hell shall ever part, For we on thee depend.
No more our brother’s rack’d with pain, Or hears the tempter roar: O! may thy spirit us defend, From sin and Satan’s pow’r.
O, Lord! our eyes are up to thee In this distressing hour, Thine handmaid bless, and grant that we May thy rich grace adore.
Eternal love will still provide, Though mortals die around; The Lord, at times, may seem to chide, But faithful he is found.
We will rejoice our brother’s gone To Jesu’s welcome breast; At his right hand he shall be found, Eternally to rest.
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