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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;
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 shall 789

And mould with heavenly skill;

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!
That all your hopes are fled.
2 If, cleaving to that darling dust, 4 O Son of Mary! Son of God!
In fond distress ye lie,


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!

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1 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


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 Nou !
Enter, and receive thy crown;

Reign with Me triumphant now!"

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.

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4 Thus the Christian life adorning,

Never will we be afraid,
Should He come at night or morning,

Early dawn or evening shade.

1 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. 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.
3 May our lights be always burning,

And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning,

Longing for the welcome sound.

1 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 Blesséd Trinity.

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1 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,

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

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.

Praise the God of our salvation;

Praise the Father's boundless love ;
Praise the Lamb, our expiation;

Praise the Spirit from above.

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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!
i The Church has waited long

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,
And still, in weeds of widowhood,

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;
We laid them but to ripen there

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.

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