raise

And mould with heavenly skill;

I'll give them tongues to sing My praise, And hands to do My will.

4 His words the happy parents hear,
And shout with joy divine,

O Saviour, all we have and are
Shall be forever Thine!

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I YE mourning saints, whose streaming

tears

Flow o'er your children dead, Say not in transports of despair That all your hopes are fled.

2 If, cleaving to that darling dust, In fond distress ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and reverence view

A heavenly Parent nigh.

Prepare a way for Thee.

I O THOU, whose filmed and failing eye,
Ere yet it closed in death,
Beheld Thy mother's agony

The shameful cross beneath!

2 Remember them, like her, through whom

The sword of grief is driven,
And oh, to cheer their cheerless gloom,
Be Thy dear mercy given!

3 Let Thine own word of tenderness
Drop on them from above;
Its music shall the lone heart bless,
Its touch shall heal with love!

4 O Son of Mary! Son of God!
The way of mortal ill

By Thy blest feet in triumph trod,
Our feet are treading still!

Like withered trunks ye stand, With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, Touched by the Almighty's hand.

This dark and dreadful way;

As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe, So strengthen us, we pray!

I HARK! a voice divides the sky,—
Happy are the faithful dead,

In the Lord who sweetly die!
They from all their toils are freed;
Them the Spirit hath declared

Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their great Reward,

Jesus is their endless Rest.

2 Followed by their works, they go Where their Head hath gone before; Reconciled by grace below,

Grace hath opened Mercy's door;
Justified through faith alone,

Here they knew their sins forgiven;
Here they laid their burden down,
Hallowed, and made meet for heaven.

3 Who can now lament the lot

Of a saint in Christ deceased?
Let the world, who know us not,

Call us hopeless and unblest:
Jesus smiles and says, "Well done,
Good and faithful servant thou!
Enter, and receive thy crown;

Reign with Me triumphant now!"

791

I Lo, the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,

He is gathered unto God:
Lo, the pain of life is past,

All his warfare now is o'er,
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.

2 Yes, the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done,

Death is swallowed up of life:
Borne by angels on their wings,

Far from earth the spirit flies,
Finds his God, and sits and sings,
Triumphing in Paradise.

3 Blessing, honor, thanks, and praise, Pay we, gracious God, to Thee; Thou, in Thine abundant grace,

Givest us the victory:
True and faithful to Thy word,

Thou hast glorified Thy Son,
Jesus Christ, our dying Lord;
He for us the fight hath won.

I HAPPY Soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel-guards attended,
To the sight of Jesus, go!
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,

Lo, the Saviour stands above,
Shows the purchase of His merit,

Reaches out the crown of love.

3 Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To His uttermost salvation,
To His everlasting rest.

4 For the joy He sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;
Die to live the life of glory;
Suffer with thy Lord to reign.

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I EARTHLY joys no longer please us, Here would we renounce them all, Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call. 2 Faith, our languid spirits cheering, Points to brighter worlds above, Bids us look for His appearing, Bids us triumph in His love. 3 May our lights be always burning, And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning, Longing for the welcome sound.

4 Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid,

Should He come at night or morning,
Early dawn or evening shade.

794

I HARK! the sound of holy voices
Chanting at the crystal sea,
Hallelujah Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Lord, to Thee.

2 Multitudes which none can number, Like the stars in glory stand, Clothed in white apparel, holding Victor-palms in every hand.

3 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in

blood,

Washed them in the blood of Jesus;

Tried they were, and firm they stood.

4 Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered, Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died; And, by death, to life immortal

They were born, and glorified. 5 Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite.

6 Love and peace they taste forever, And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision

Of the Blessed Trinity.

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I COME, Thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
2 Israel's Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
3 Born Thy people to deliver

Born a Child, and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.

4 By Thine own Eternal Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all-sufficient merit,

Raise us to Thy glorious throne,

796

I LIGHT of those whose dreary dwelling Borders on the shades of death, Come, and by Thy love revealing, Dissipate the clouds beneath :

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator, In our deepest darkness rise, Scattering all the night of nature,

Pouring eyesight on our eyes.

3 Still we wait for Thine appearing ;
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
Chasing all our fears, and cheering
Every poor benighted heart.

4 Come, and manifest the favor
God hath for our ransomed race;
Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour,
Come, and bring the gospel-grace.

797

I HARK! an awful voice is sounding,
"Christ is nigh!" it seems to say;
"Cast away the dreams of darkness,
O ye children of the day!"
2 Startled at the solemn warning,
Let the earth-bound soul arise;
Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling,
Shines upon the morning skies.
3 Lo, the Lamb, so long expected,
Comes with pardon down from
heaven;

Let us haste, with tears of sorrow,
One and all, to be forgiven.

4 So, when next He comes with glory, Wrapping all the earth in fear, With His mercy He may shield us, And with words of love draw near. 5 Honor, glory, virtue, merit,

To the Father and the Son,
With the Everlasting Spirit,
While eternal ages run.

DOXOLOGY.

PRAISE the God of our salvation; Praise the Father's boundless love; Praise the Lamb, our expiation;

Praise the Spirit from above.

CLEVELAND. S. M.

798

I COME, Lord, and tarry not,

Bring the long-looked-for day;
Oh, why these years of waiting here,
These ages of delay?

2 Come! for the good are few,

They lift the voice in vain;
Faith waxes fainter on the earth,
And love is on the wane.
3 Come! for love waxes cold,

Its steps are faint and slow;
Faith now is lost in unbelief;
Hope's lamp burns dim and low.

4 Come! for creation groans,

Impatient of Thy stay,
Worn out with these long years of ill,
These ages of delay.

5 Come, and make all things new;

Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,
Creation's second birth!

6 Come, and begin Thy reign

Of everlasting peace;

Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,
Great King of Righteousness!

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I THE Church has waited long Her absent Lord to see;