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4 I'll give the mourner, saith the Lord, I 'Tis Jesus speaks: I fold, says He,
In my own house a place;
No names of daughters nor of sons Protection they shall find in Me,
Could yield so high a grace.
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 shall 789
1 O Thou, whose filmed and failing eye, I'll give them tongues to sing My praise,
Ere yet it closed in death,
Beheld Thy mother's agony And hands to do My will.
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, 788
Be Thy dear mercy given! 1 Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears
3 Let Thine own word of tenderness Flow o'er your children dead,
Drop on them from above; Say not in transports of despair
Its music shall the lone heart bless,
Its touch shall heal with love!
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. So strengthen us, we pray!
Happy are the faithful dead,
They from all their toils are freed ;
Blest, unutterably blest;
Jesus is their endless Rest.
before; Reconciled by grace below,
Grace hath opened Mercy's door;
Here they knew their sins forgiven;
Hallowed, and made meet for heaven. 3 Who can now lament the lot
Of a saint in Christ deceased ?
Call us hopeless and unblest :
Good and faithful servant Nou !
Reign with Me triumphant now!"
Lightened of his fleshly load;
He is gathered unto God:
All his warfare now is o'er,
Grief and suffering are no more. 2 Yes, the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife;
Death is swallowed up of life:
Far from earth the spirit flies,
Triumphing in Paradise. 3 Blessing, honor, thanks, and praise,
Pay we, gracious God, to Thee;
Givest us the victory:
Thou hast glorified Thy Son,
He for us the fight hath won.
4 Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid,
Early dawn or evening shade.
All thy mourning days below;
To the sight of Jesus, go! 2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo, the Saviour stands above,
Reaches out the crown of love. 3 Struggle through thy latest passion
To thy dear Redeemer's breast,
To His everlasting rest.
Bear a momentary pain;
Suffer with thy Lord to reign. 793 1 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.
And our loins be girded round,
Longing for the welcome sound.
Chanting at the crystal sea,
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.
Now they walk in golden light,
Holy bliss and infinite.
And all truth and knowledge see
Of the Blesséd Trinity.
Born to set Thy people free;
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born Thy people to deliver
Born a Child, and yet a King,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By Thine own Eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone ;
Raise us to Thy glorious throne, 796 i Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Borders on the shades of death,
Dissipate the clouds beneath : 2 The new heaven and earth's Creator,
In our deepest darkness rise,
Pouring eyesight on our eyes.
Life and joy Thy beams impart,
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,
Oye 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
One and all, to be forgiven. 4 So, when next He comes with glory,
Wrapping all the earth in fear,
And with words of love draw near. 5 Honor, glory, virtue, merit,
To the Father and the Son,
Praise the Father's boundless love ;
Praise the Spirit from above.
Bring the long-looked-for day;
These ages of delay?
They lift the voice in vain;
And love is on the wane. 3 Come! for love waxes cold,
Its steps are faint and slow;
Hope's lamp burns dim and low. 4 Come! for creation groans,
Impatient of Thy stay,
These ages of delay.
Build up this ruined earth,
Creation's second birth!
Of everlasting peace;
Great King of Righteousness!
Her absent Lord to see;
And still in loneliness she waits,
A friendless stranger she. 2 Age after age has gone,
Sun after sun has set,
She weeps a mourner yet. 3 Saint after saint on earth
Has lived, and loved, and died ; And as they left us one by one,
We laid them side by side: 4 We laid them down to sleep,
But not in hope forlorn;
Till the last glorious morn. 5 The whole creation groans,
And waits to hear that voice That shall restore her comeliness,
And make her wastes rejoice. 6 Come, Lord, and wipe away
The curse, the sin, the stain, And make this blighted world of ours
Thine own fair world again.
Praise to the Father be ;
Praise to His Only Son; Praise to the blesséd Paraclete,
While endless ages run.