No forms of earth our fancies to arrange,-
But to begin alone that mighty change! 2 Alone! to land alone upon that shore! 2 Knowing so well we can return no more; No voice or face of friend, None with us to attend
Our disembarking on that awful strand- But to arrive alone in such a land!
3 Alone? no! God hath been there long| before,
Eternally hath waited on that shore For us who were to come
To our eternal home:
O is He not the life-long Friend we know
More privately than any friend below?
4 Alone? the God we trust is on that shore, The Faithful One whom we have trusted more
In trials and in woes
Than we have trusted those
On whom we leaned most in our earthly
T evening time-when day is done, Life's little day is near its close, And all the glare and heat are gone, And gentle dews foretell repose; To crown my faith before the night, At evening time let there be light!
2 At evening time-when labour's past;- Though storms and toils have marred my day,
Mercy has tempered every blast, And love and hope have cheered the way:
Now let the parting hour be bright, At evening time let there be light!
3 God doth send light at evening time, And bid the fears, the doubtings flee; I trust His promises sublime! His glory now is risen on me! His full salvation is in sight,- At evening time, there now is light.
Where all those heaven-bound sunsets go,
Ever from toil to rest.
How pleasant are thy paths, O Death! Thither where sorrows cease, To a new life, to an old past, Softly and silently we haste, Into a land of peace.
3 How pleasant are thy paths, O Death! E'en children after play
Lie down, without the least aların, And sleep, in thy maternal arm, Their little life away.
How pleasant are thy paths, O Death! The old, the very old
Smile when their slumbrous eye grows
Smile when they feel thee touch each limb;
Their age was not less cold.
5 How pleasant are thy paths, O Death! Straight to our Father's home; All loss were gain that gained us this,- The sight of God, that single bliss Of the grand world to come
'M kneeling at the threshold, A-weary, faint, and sore; I'm waiting for the dawning, For the opening of the door; I'm waiting till the Master
Shall bid me rise and come To the glory of His presence, The gladness of His home
2 A weary path I've travelled, 'Mid darkness, storm, and strife, Many a burden bearing, Contending for my life; But now the morn is breaking; My toil will soon be o'er, I'm kneeling at the threshold, My hand is on the door.
3 Methinks I hear the voices Of the blessèd as they stand, Sweet singing in the sunshine Of that unclouded land: O would that I were with them, Amid the shining throng, Uniting in their worship, Rejoicing in their song!
4 The friends that started with me Have entered long ago, Ah! one by one they left me, To struggle with the foe; Their pilgrimage was shorter, Their triumph sooner won; How lovingly they'll hail me, When once my work is done!
My Wavin not having seen I adore,
Thy name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power.
2 Ere long shall the veil be removed,
5 The great unending future,
I cannot pierce its shroud; Yet nothing doubt, nor tremble, God's bow is on the cloud.
6 To Him I yield my spirit; On Him I lay my load:" Fear ends with death; beyond it I nothing see but GOD.
7 Thus moving toward the darkness I calmly wait His call, Now seeing, fearing-nothing; But hoping, trusting-all!
And round me Thy brightness be poured; THE sands of time are sinking,
I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, I shall see Whom unseen I adored. 3 And then never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose.
4 Or, if yet remembered above, Remembrance no sadness shall raise; They'll be but new signs of Thy love, New themes for my wonder and praise.
5 The stroke which from sin and from
Shall set me eternally free,
Will strengthen and rivet the chain,
The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
2 The King there, in His beauty, Without a veil is seen;
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb, with His fair army, Doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
Which binds me, my Saviour, to Thee. 3 O Christ, He is the Fountain,
SAVIOUR! I have naught to plead, In earth beneath, or heaven above; But just my own exceeding need, And Thy exceeding love.
2 The need will soon be past and gone, Exceeding great-but quickly o'er; The love unbought is all Thine own, And lasts for evermore.
SLOWLY, slowly darkening,
The evening hours roll on; And soon behind the cloud-land Will sink my setting sun.
2 Around my path life's mysteries Their deepening shadows throw; And as I gaze and ponder,
They dark and darker grow.
The deep, sweet well of love! The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above: There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
4 I've wrestled on toward heaven, 'Gainst storm and wind and tide; Now, like a weary traveller
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning From Immanuel's land.
7.6. 5 With mercy and with judgment,
But there's a voice above me Which says, Wait, trust, and pray; The night will soon be over,
And light will come with day.'
4 Father! the light and darkness Are both alike to Thee; Then to Thy waiting servant, Alike they both shall be.
My web of time He wove; And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love: I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned, When throned where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
6 O! I am my Beloved's,
And my Belovèd's mine! He brings a poor vile sinner Into His 'house of wine'; I stand upon His merit, I know no other stand, Not e'en where glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.
7 The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face;
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame; Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away.' What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
3 The world recedes; it disappears: Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring. Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly; O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting?'
Whereon our feet were set by sovereign
Come, ye angelic envoys, come, And lead the willing pilgrim home; Ye know the way to Jesus' throne, Source of my joys, and of your own!
That blessèd interview, how sweet! To fall transported at His feet; Raised in His arms to view His face, Through the full beamings of His
5 As with a seraph's voice to sing! To fly as on a cherub's wing! Performing, with unwearied hands, A present Saviour's high commands! Yet, with these prospects full in sight, I'll wait Thy signal for my flight; For, while Thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.
'We would see Jesus:'-other lights are CONCLUDING HYMN TO CHRIST. paling,
Which for long years we have rejoiced
ABIDE with me, fast falls the eventide 693 Begone, unbelief; my Saviour is near 334 According to Thy gracious word A few more years shall roll. Again, as evening's shadow falls Again the Lord of life and light Ah! whither should I go.
All as God wills, who wisely heeds Alleluia! alleluia! hearts to heaven and voices raise
All hail the power of Jesus' Name All is bright and cheerful round us All people that on earth do dwell All that I was, my sin, my guilt Almighty God! in humble prayer Almighty God! whose only Son Alone! to land alone upon that shore! Always with us, always with us Am I a soldier of the cross
And didst Thou, Lord, our sorrows take
And dost Thou say, Ask what thou wilt"?
And will the Judge descend?
A new and contrite heart create Angels from the realms of glory Angels holy, high and lowly Another hand is beckoning us Another six days' work is done
A pilgrim through this lonely world. Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat Arise, O King of grace, arise Arm of the Lord, awake! awake! Around Thy grave, Lord Jesus Art thou weary, art thou languid Ascended Lord, accept our praise As helpless as a child who clings As pants the hart for cooling streams As the sun's enlivening eye As when the weary traveller gains As with gladness men of old At even, ere the sun was set At evening time-when day is done At the name of Jesus
647 Behold a stranger at the door. 530 Behold the mountain of the Lord 729 Behold the Saviour of mankind 666 Behold! the Son of God appears 298 Behold the throne of grace 891 Behold us, Lord, a little space
Behold! what wondrous grace. 182 Be merciful to us, O God! III Beneath Thy wing, O God, I rest. 815 Beset, with snares on every hand.
Be still, my heart! these anxious cares 336 95 Be with us all for evermore 497 Beyond, beyond that boundless sea 734 Beyond the glittering starry skies 909 Birds have their quiet nests. 206 Blessed be the everlasting God 437 Blessing, honour, thanks and praise Blest are the pure in heart
414 Blest be the dear uniting love Blest be Thy love, dear Lord
708 Blest is the tie that binds 556 Blow ye the trumpet, blow
395 Bread of the world, in mercy broken 648 150 Break, new-born year, on glad eycs 2 break!
908 Breast the wave, Christian 667 Brethren, let us join to bless
160 Brethren, we have found the Lord 299 Brief life is here our portion 771 Brightest and best of the sons of the 735 morning
635 Bright falls the morning light 258 Brightly gleams our banner
189 Bright Thy presence when it breaketh 683 333 Buried beneath the yielding wave 636 465 By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored 649 694
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