CCXLIX. The Believer committing his departing Spirit to JESUS.

O Thou, that hast Redemption wrought,
Patron of Souls, thy Blood hath bought,
To Thee our Spirits we commit,
Mighty to rescue from the Pit.

Millions of blissful Souls above,
In Realms of Purity and Love,
With Songs of endless Praise proclaim
The Honours of thy faithful Name.

When all the Pow'rs of Nature fail'd,
Thine ever-constant Care prevail'd;
Courage and Joy thy Friendship spoke,
When ev'ry mortal Bond was broke.

We on that Friendship, Lord, repose,
The healing Balm of all our Woes;
And we, when sinking in the Grave,
Trust thine Omnipotence to save.

O may our Spirits by thy Hand
Be gather'd to that happy Band,
Who, 'midst the Blessings of thy Reign,
Lose all Remembrance of their Pain.

In Raptures there divinely sweet
Give us our Kindred-Souls to meet,
And wait with them that brighter Day,
Which all thy Triumph shall display.