ADDISON'S HYMN. ។ When all thy | mercies, My rising soul sur- | veys, | O my | God, | I'm lost | Transported with the view, Inwonder, love and praise! | 1| 1| O how shall words with | equal | warmth | That glows with- | in my | ravished | heart ! | Thy providence | my life sus- | tained, | When in the | silent | womb |I| lay, | | To all my weak com- | plaints and cries | Thy mercy | lent an | ear, | Fre yet my | feeble | thoughts | had learned | Un-numbered comforts to my | sou! |11| ។ Before my infant | heart | con- ceived | When in the slippery | paths of | youth | With heedless | steps || ran, |17| Thine arm un- | seen | con- | veyed me | safe, | Through | hidden | dangers, || toils and | deaths, | It gently cleared my | way, | And through the pleasing | snares of | vice, | When worn with sickness, oft hast thou | With health re- | newed my face; | | And when in sins and sorrows | sunk, | Revived my soul with | grace. |111| Thybounteous | hand with | worldly | bliss | Ten thousand | thousand | precious | gifts | Nor is the | least | a | cheerful | heart | Through every | period of my life | And after death | in | distant | worlds, | When | Nature | fails, | and | day and | night | My ever grateful | heart, |O| Lord, | Through all e- | ternity to thee | A joyful song | I'll raise. |17| PART OF THE BURIAL SERVICE. From the Book of Common Prayer. I am the resurrection and the | life, |! saith the Lord; || he that be- | lieveth in | me, though he were | dead, || yet shall he | live: 7 and whoso- | ever | liveth, and be- | lieveth in | me, | shall | never | die. ||19| I know that my Re- | deemer | Inveth, | Be-hold, thou hast | made my days, as it were a span | long and mine | age | is even as nothing in res- pect of thee; 991 and verily every | man | living|is| alto- | gether vanity; for man | walketh in a vain | shadow, and dis- | quieteth him- | self in | vain : | 1 he heapeth | up | riches and cannot tell [ who shall gather them.1111 A thousand years in thy | sight | are but as { yesterday; seeing that is past as a watch in the night. 11|11|As soon as thou | scatterest them they are | even as a- | sleep : | and are a- fraid at thy | wrathful | indig- | nation: for when thou art | angry, days are gone, all our | and we | bring our | years to an end, as it were a | tale that is told. 191 | So teach us to | number our | days: || that we may apply our | hearts unto | wisdom. 1 991 Now is Christ | risen from the dead, | and be- | come the first fruits of them that | slept: 9 for since by man | came | death, | by | man | came also, the resurresurrection of the As in Adam | all | die, Christ shall all be | made a- | live. | But some man dead | raised | up? do they come?" dead. even | so in 1717 which thou sowest cept it die, is not quickened thousowest not that ex- | and that which thou | sowest, | that | shall be, that body but | bare | grain, it may 1M | | or of some other | grain: | chance of wheat, | but | God | giveth it a body, as it hath | pleased | him; || Mand to every seed his | own | body. |11|17| So, | resur- | rection of the dead; || ed in incor- | ruption: ||It is sown | in it is raised a spiritual | body. | 1177 Now this I say, | brethren, that | flesh and | blood cannot in- | herit the kingdom of | God; | neither doth cor- | ruption | in- | herit | incor- rup of an eye, at the | last | trump: for the and the dead shall be raised! incorruptible, | and | we shall be changed. | For this cor- | ruptible | must put on | inand this mortal must put corruption, on | immortality. |111| So | when this | corruptible shall have | put on | incor- | ruption, this mortal shall have put on | immor- | tality, then shall be brought to written and pass the | saying that is "Death is swallowed | up in | victory."|O| Death! | where is thy | sting? | O| Grave! | where is thy | T victory? The sting of | death sin; and the | strength of | sin But thanks be to God, is us the victory, || through our | Lord | Jesus | born of a woman, || hath but a | live, | and is full of | misery. | In the midst of life we are in Of | whom may we seek for | succor, | but of thee, O Lord: | | who for our | sins art | justly dis- | pleased? || Yet | 0 | Lord | God | most holy; | 11 | 1 |O| Lord | most |