I A PARTING hymn we sing Around Thy table, Lord; And felt Thy presence here; In word and life appear. 3 The purchase of Thy blood, By sin no longer led, The path our dear Redeemer trod, May we rejoicing tread. 4 In self-forgetting love Be our communion shown, Until we join the Church above, And know as we are known. 2 That so Thy wondrous way May through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And Thy salvation own. 3 Oh let them shout and sing With joy and pious mirth; For Thou,the righteous Judge and King, Shalt govern all the earth. 4 Let differing nations join To celebrate Thy fame; Let all the world, O Lord, combine 676 I To God the only wise, Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies, 2 'Tis His almighty love, His counsel and His care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls, Unblemished and complete, 4 To our Redeemer-God Wisdom and power belong, SHACKFORD. C. M. 950 677 I How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 2 When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart: 3 When, free from envy, scorn and pride, 4 Let love in one delightful stream Through every bosom flow, And union sweet, and dear esteem, In every action glow. 5 Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heaven who finds 678 I OUR Souls by love together knit, One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis heaven on earth begun. 2 Our hearts have often burned within, I COME in, thou blesséd of our God, 3 And while we pass this vale of tears, We'll make our joys and sorrows known; We'll share each other's hopes and fears, And count our brother's cares our own. 4 Once more our welcome we repeat; 681 I How blest the sacred tie that binds 2 To each the soul of each how dear! 4 Together oft they seek the place Where God reveals His awful face; How high, how strong, their raptures swell, There's none but kindred souls can tell. 5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire When nature droops her sickening fire; Then shall they meet in realms above, A heaven of joy, a heaven of love. 682 I O LORD, how joyful 'tis to see The brethren join in love to Thee! 3 Oh may we love the house of God, 4 The world without may rage, but we Will only cling more close to Thee, With hearts to Thee more wholly given, More weaned from earth, more fixed on Heaven. 5 Lord, shower upon us from above OLMUTZ. S. M. 683 I BLEST be the tie that binds 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear; The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And sin, we shall be free, And perfect love and friendship reign. 684 I FOR all Thy saints, O Lord, Who strove in Thee to live, Who followed Thee, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive. 2 For all Thy saints, O Lord, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Thee their great reward, And strove in Thee to die. 3 They all, in life or death, With Thee, their Lord, in view, Learned from Thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do. 4 For this, Thy name we bless, 685 I OH what, if we are Christ's, 2 Keen was the trial once, When martyred saints, baptized in blood, Christ's sufferings shared below. 3 Bright is their glory now, Boundless their joy above, 4 Lord, may that grace be ours, 1 COME, let us join our friends above 2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing With those to glory gone; For all the servants of our King, In heaven and earth, are one. 3 One family, we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. 4 One army of the living God, To His command we bow; 5 Ten thousand to their endless home 6 His militant, embodied host, With wishful looks we stand, And long to see that happy coast, And reach the heavenly land. 687 I GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise The saints above, how great their joys, 2 Once they were mourning here below, 3 I ask them, whence their victory came; 4 They marked the footsteps He had trod; 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For His own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses 688 I GLORY to God! whose witness-train, 2 God whom we serve, our God, can save, 3 Lord, if Thine arm support us still And conquerors prove at length. |