Funeral Hymns. on the Death of Mr. Thomas Hogg, June 29, 1750

Steady, faithful soul, adieu!
Thou the mortal debt hast paid,
Nobly fought thy passage through;
By the guardian hosts convey'd,
Go to thy eternal rest.
Go to thy Redeemer's breast.

Thee with sacred envy moved.
Clean escaped from earth we see,
Challenged by thy Best-beloved,
Him who died to purchase thee,
Him who justly claims His own,
Him who calls thee to His throne.

At the noon of life prepared,
In thy strength of years and grace,
Thou hast seized the full reward.
Thou hast won the glorious race.
Found the bliss for saints design'd,
Left thy weeping friends behind.
Published the same year, at the end of a biographical tract.

Sad, disconsolate, alone,
By our old companions left,
We the common loss bemoan,
Of our dearest friend bereft —
Friend to every child of grace,
Friend to all the ransom'd race.

Who shall now the orphans feed,
All the widow's wants supply?
Who shall help the souls in need,
Who the mourner's tears shall dry,
Feel the tempted spirits' load.
Bear them to the throne of God?

Answer, Thou who hear'st the prayer,
Thou who didst our brother lend,
Now the church's loss repair.
Now the equal blessing send:
Whom I view caught up to Thee,
Let his spirit rest on me.

Meek like him, and just, and pure,
O might I, even I, arise.
Prompt to act, and strong to' endure,
Meanest, least in my own eyes.
Dead to pleasure, wealth, and fame.
All-devoted to the Lamb.

O might I, with calmest zeal,
For the faith like him contend,
Love the men whose hate I feel,
Bear their burden to the end.
Win them by my parting breath,
Conquer all my foes in death.