The war in the members is o'er
And ne'er shall be waged again.
4 No anger henceforward, nor shame
Shall redden this innocent clay;
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.
5 This languishing head is at rest;
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
This quiet, immoveable breast
Is heav'd by affliction no more.
6 To mourn and to suffer is mine,
While, bound in a prison, I breathe;
And still for deliv'rance I pine,
And press to the issues of death.
7 What now with my tears I bedew
O might I this moment become,—
My spirit created anew,
My flesh to repose in the tomb!
(Repeat the third line.)
Blessedness of the righteous dead.
mp 1 THERE is a calm for those, who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found;
They softly lie, and sweetly sleep
Low in the ground.
mf 2 The soul of origin divine,
God's glorious image, freed from clay,
In heav'n's eternal sphere shall shine
A star of day!
3 The sun is but a spark of fire,
A transient meteor in the sky;
The soul, immortal as its sire,
Shall never die!
509. (i. 41.) C. M.
mf 1 THESE glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array?
How came they to the seats divine
Of everlasting day?
mp 2 From tort'ring pains to heav'n's delight On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash'd their raiment white
In Jesus' dying blood!
3 With grateful hearts and thankful tongues
They bow before the throne:
mf Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Extol the Holy One!
mp 4 The Lord shall wipe away their tears,
The sorrows of their eyes,
And lead them, for unending years,
Where living fountains rise!
On the Death of a Friend.
1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Savior has pass'd through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee,
And death has no sting, for the Savior has died.
![[blocks in formation]](https://books.google.ie/books/content?id=FykPAAAAIAAJ&output=html_text&pg=RA5-PA629&img=1&zoom=3&hl=en&q=Savior&cds=1&sig=ACfU3U13H-jtbR0f3FcmCNBe2IYb8zrdfA&edge=0&edge=stretch&ci=66,1078,859,115)
1 LO, the creeping worm, that windeth
Web of death for wintry sleep,
In the spring its freedom findeth,
Bursting from its slumbers deep.
2 Now that worm with wings is roving,-
Glitt'ring wings of golden die,-
Flutt'ring gaily, gently moving,
Free and glad in balmy sky!
3 Mourner! dry thy tears, now flowing;
Weep no more for sleeping dead:
Lo, the spirit, freedom knowing,
Soars on high:—to heav'n 'tis fled!
1 NOR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known
What joys the Father hath conferred,
On those, who love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come:
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
8 Pure are the joys beyond the sky,
And all the region love;
No wanton lips nor envious eye
Can taste the bliss above.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, shame, and sin;
The wicked shall be driv'n afar,
The righteous dwell within!
Boylston. Olmutz.
Luke 7.
The Widow's Son raised.
1 NO revellers are here,
Thus moving sad and slow;-
A widow's son is on the bier,
And tears of anguish flow.
2 Why stops the moving crowd?
The Son of God commands;
"Young man, arise!" He cries aloud;
The dead man lifts his hands!
mp 3 What ecstasy was thine,
O, widow, blest once more,
To hear that mighty voice divine,
And see its wondrous power?
4 And thus, another day,
That voice will reach the dead,— The myriads slumb'ring in the clay,mf And life and rapture spread!
The Resurrection.
1 MY life's a shade; my days
Apace to death decline:
My Lord is life, He'll raise
My flesh again, e'en mine:-
Sweet truth to me,-"I shall arise:
And with these eyes, my Savior see!"
2 My peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day,
I wake from my long sleep,
And leave my bed of clay:-
Sweet truth to me," I shall arise;
And with these eyes, my Savior see!"
8 My Lord's blest angels shall
Their golden trumpets sound,
At whose most welcome call
My grave shall be unbound:-
Sweet truth to me,-"I shall arise,
And with these eyes my Savior see!"
Wilson. Telemann's Chant.
1 CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day,
Our triumphant holy day:
He endur'd the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.
mf 2 Lo! He rises,-mighty King!
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Lo! He claims his native sky!
Grave! where is thy victory?
3 Sinners! see your ransom paid,
Peace with God forever made:
With your risen Savior rise,
Claim with Him the purchas'd skies.
mf 4 Christ, the Lord, is ris'n to day,
Our triumphant, holy day:
Loud the song of vict'ry raise;
Shout the great Redeemer's praise!
1 THE angel comes; he comes to reap
The harvest of the Lord;
O'er all the earth, with fatal sweep,
Wide waves his flaming sword.
2 And who are they, in sheaves, to bide
The fire of vengeance, bound?—
The tares, whose rank, luxuriant pride
Chok'd the fair crop around.
3 And who are they, reserv'd in store
God's treasure-house to fill?
The wheat, a hundred fold that bore
Amid surrounding ill.
Aff 4 O King of mercy! grant us power
Thy fiery wrath to flee!
In thy destroying angel's hour
O gather us to Thee!
1 AMAZ'D, what do I see and hear?
The end of things created;
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated;
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore
The dead, which they contained before;
Prepare, my soul, to meet Him.
2 The dead in Christ shall first arise
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day
On those prepar'd to meet Him.
3 But sinners, fill'd with guilty fears,
Behold his wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing;
The day of grace is past and gone ;
|