447 Burial of the Dead REQUIESCAT 7. 7. 7. 7. 8. 8. John B. Dykes, 1875 Now the la b'rer's task is o'er; Now the bat tle day 0:4 4 Now up on the farther shore Lands the voya - ger at last. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleep 1 NOW the laborer's task is o'er; Now the battle day is past; Now upon the farther shore 2 There the tears of earth are dried; By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 3 There the sinful souls, that turn 4 There no more the powers of hell 5 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," John Ellerton, 1871 GEN Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild, In the narrow bed he's sleeping, 2 In this world of care and pain, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave him; To the sunny, heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive him; Clothed in robes of spotless white, 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we Where he lives may soon be living, That his heavenly food are giving; Though Thou take what most we love. ing, men. Johann W. Meinhold, 1835; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858 For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. Alfred Tennyson, 1889 |