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209. 8 & 7s M. Sacred Harp.
The Place of Rest.
To mourning wanderers given;
'Tis found above – in heaven !
By sin and sorrow driven,
And all is drear — but heaven!
And joys supreme are given;
Appears the dawn of heaven!
210. C. M. MONTGOMERY.
Heaven and Earth. 1 While through this changing world we roam,
From infancy to age,
His rest at every stage.
Eternal joys to share;
While here he kneels in prayer.
There let our hearts be found, That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.
4 Henceforth our conversation be
With Christ before the throne :
And know as we are known.
211. C. M. Mrs. STEELE.
Above earth's gloomy shades,
Which sorrow ne'er invades, -
Or reason's feeble ray, . In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.
To guide our upward aim;
Our languid hearts inflame.
Our ardent wishes rise
Immortal in the skies.
212. C. P. M. Belfast Col.
The dying Christian.
Who lived averse from sin !
2 See smiling Patience smooth his brow! See bending angels downward bow,
To cheer his way on high! While, eager for the blest abode, He joins with them to praise the God
Who taught him how to die.
3 O, grant, my Father and my Friend, Such joys may gild my peaceful end;
So calm my evening close ;
To thee, from whom I rose.
213. L. M. Mặs. Mackay.
Sleeping in Jesus. 1 ASLEEP in Jesus ! blesséd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes.
2 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest;
3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space
Debars this precious hiding-place;
Believers find the same repose. 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
1 There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found:
Low in the ground.
No more disturbs their deep repose,
That shuts the rose.
To realms of everlasting light,
Pursue thy flight.
In God's own image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine,
A star of day.
215. L. M. Gaskell.
The Light of the Gospel on the Tomb. 1 Dark, dark indeed the grave would be,
Had we no light, O God, from thee;
2 But fearless now we rest in faith;
A holy life makes happy death;
3 Sad, sad, indeed, 'twould be to part
From those who long had shared our heart,
4 But calmly now we see them go
From out this world of pain and woe;
1 What must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
2 When sin no more obstructs our 'sight,
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
3 This is the heaven I long to know;