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I 4 I'll give the mourner, saith the Lord, 1 'Tis Jesus speaks: I fold, says He,

In my own house a place ;
These lambs within My breast;

No names of daughters nor of sons Protection they shall find in Me,

Could yield so high a grace.
In Me be ever blest.

5 We welcome, Lord, those rising tears, 2 Death may the bands of life unloose, Through which Thy face we see; But can't dissolve My love;

And bless those wounds which through Millions of infant souls compose

our hearts The family above.

Prepare a way for Thee. 3 Their feeble frames My power shal

raise And mould with heavenly skill;

10 Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, I'll give them tongues to sing My praise,

Ere yet it closed in death, And hands to do My will.

Beheld Thy mother's agony

The shameful cross beneath! 4 His words the happy parents hear, And shout with joy divine,

2 Remember them, like her, through O Saviour, all we have and are

whom Shall be forever Thine !

The sword of grief is driven,
And oh, to cheer their cheerless gloom,

Be Thy dear mercy given ! 1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming

3 Let Thine own word of tenderness tears Flow o'er your children dead,

Drop on them from above; Say not in transports of despair

Its music shall the lone heart bless, That all your hopes are fled.

Its touch shall heal with love! 2 If, cleaving to that darling dust,

4 O Son of Mary! Son of God! In fond distress ye lie,

The way of mortal ill Rise, and with joy and reverence view | By Thy blest feet in triumph trod, A heavenly Parent nigh.

Our feet are treading still ! 3 Though, your young branches torn away, 5 But not with strength like Thine, we go Like withered trunks ye stand,

This dark and dreadful way; With fairer verdure shall ye bloom, As Thou wert strengthened in Thy woe,

Touched by the Almighty's hand. I So strengthen us, we pray!

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1791 i Hark! a voice divides the sky, i Lo, the prisoner is released, Happy are the faithful dead,

Lightened of his fleshly load; In the Lord who sweetly die !

Where the weary are at rest,
They from all their toils are freed; He is gathered unto God:
Them the Spirit hath declared

Lo, the pain of life is past,
Blest, unutterably blest;

All his warfare now is o'er,
Jesus is their great Reward,

Death and hell behind are cast, Jesus is their endless Rest.

Grief and suffering are no more. 2 Followed by their works, they go 2 Yes, the Christian's course is run,

Where their Head hath gone before; Ended is the glorious strife; Reconciled by grace below,

Fought the fight, the work is done, Grace hath opened Mercy's door; Death is swallowed up of life: Justified through faith alone,

Borne by angels on their wings, Here they knew their sins forgiven; Far from earth the spirit flies, Here they laid their burden down, Finds his God, and sits and sings,

Hallowed, and made meet for heaven. Triumphing in Paradise. 3 Who can now lament the lot

3 Blessing, honor, thanks, and praise, Of a saint in Christ deceased?

Pay we, gracious God, to Thee; Let the world, who know us not, Thou, in Thine abundant grace, Call us hopeless and unblest :

Givest us the victory:
Jesus smiles and says, “Well done, True and faithful to Thy word,
Good and faithful servant tou !

Thou hast glorified Thy Son,
Enter, and receive thy crown;

Jesus Christ, our dying Lord; Reign with Me triumphant now!” I He for us the fight hath won.

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14 Come, and manifest the favor

God hath for our ransomed race; i Come, Thou long-expected Jesus,

Come, Thou glorious God and Saviour, Born to set Thy people free;

Come, and bring the gospel-grace. From our fears and sins release us,

Let us find our rest in Thee. 797 2 Israel's Strength and Consolation, 1 HARK! an awful voice is sounding, Hope of all the earth Thou art;

“ Christ is nigh !" it seems to say; Dear Desire of every nation,

“ Cast away the dreams of darkness, Joy of every longing heart.

Oye children of the day!" 3 Born Thy people to deliver

2 Startled at the solemn warning, Born a Child, and yet a King,

Let the earth-bound soul arise ; Born to reign in us forever,

Christ, her Sun, all sloth dispelling, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.

Shines upon the morning skies. 4 By Thine own Eternal Spirit,

3 Lo, the Lamb, so long expected, Rule in all our hearts alone;

Comes with pardon down from

heaven; By Thine all-sufficient merit, Raise us to Thy glorious throne.

Let us haste, with tears of sorrow,

One and all, to be forgiven. 796

4 So, when next He comes with glory, 1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling Wrapping all the earth in fear,

Borders on the shades of death, With His mercy He may shield us, Come, and by Thy love revealing,

And with words of love draw near. Dissipate the clouds beneath : 5 Honor, glory, virtue, merit, 2 The new heaven and earth's Creator,

To the Father and the Son,
In our deepest darkness rise,

With the Everlasting Spirit,
Scattering all the night of nature,

While eternal ages run.
Pouring eyesight on our eyes.

DOXOLOGY. 3 Still we wait for Thine appearing ; Praise the God of our salvation ; Life and joy Thy beams impart,

Praise the Father's boundless love ; Chasing all our fears, and cheering Praise the Lamb, our expiation; Every poor benighted heart.

Praise the Spirit from above.

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And still in loneliness she waits, i Come, Lord, and tarry not,

A friendless stranger she.
Bring the long-looked-for day; | 2 Age after age has gone,
Oh, why these years of waiting here, Sun after sun has set,
These ages of delay?

And still, in weeds of widowhood, 2 Come! for the good are few,

She weeps a mourner yet.
They lift the voice in vain ;

3 Saint after saint on earth Faith waxes fainter on the earth,

Has lived, and loved, and died; And love is on the wane.

And as they left us one by one, 3 Come! for love waxes cold,

We laid them side by side:
Its steps are faint and slow;

4 We laid them down to sleep, Faith now is lost in unbelief;

But not in hope forlorn;
Hope's lamp burns dim and low.

We laid them but to ripen there 4 Come! for creation groans,

Till the last glorious morn.
Impatient of Tby stay,

15 The whole creation groans, Worn out with these long years of ill,

And waits to hear that voice
These ages of delay.

That shall restore her comeliness, 5 Come, and make all things new;

And make her wastes rejoice.
Build up this ruined earth,
Restore our faded Paradise,

6 Come, Lord, and wipe away

The curse, the sin, the stain,
Creation's second birth!

And make this blighted world of ours 6 Come, and begin Thy reign

Thine own fair world again.
Of everlasting peace;
Come, take the kingdom to Thyself,

DOXOLOGY.
Great King of Righteousness !

PRAISE to the Father be ; 799

Praise to His Only Son; i The Church has waited long

Praise to the blesséd Paraclete,
Her absent Lord to see ;

While endless ages run.