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2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
No more may fear to die.
3 Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,
Since thy meek spirit 's gone; But, 0, a brighter home than ours, · In heaven, is now thine own!
241. S. M. Furness.
A Communion Hymn.
1 HERE, in the broken bread,
Here, in the cup we take,
Who suffered for our sake.
2 Yes! that our souls might live,
Those sacred limbs were torn,
Were by the Savior borne.
3 0 Thou, who didst allow
Thy Son to suffer thus,
Than thou hast done for us?
4. We are persuaded now,
That nothing can divide
Displayed in Him who died ; 5 Who died to make us sure
Of mercy, truth, and peace,
10 Thou, whose own vast temple stands,
Built over earth and sea,
Have raised to worship thee.
2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to 'bide,
Securely by thy side.
Be taught the better way,
Be strengthened as they pray. 4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise, While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.
243. L. M. FrothingHAM.
Ordination of a Minister.
Within, around us, and above,
2 That truth be with the heart believed
Of all who seek this sacred place;
3 That love its holy influence pour,
To keep us meek, and make us free,
4 Direct and guard the youthful strength
Devoted to thy Son this day;
5 Send down its angel to our side;
Send in its calm upon the breast;
244. 10s M. Montgomery.
Death of a Minister in his Prime.
In full activity of zeal and power!
2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease ;
Rest on thy sheaves; thy harvest-task is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.
3 Go to the grave; for there thy Savior lay
In death's embraces, ere he rose on high;
4 Go to the grave:— no, take thy seat above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written Word.
245. S. M. MontgomerY.
On the Death of an aged Minister.
Rest from thy loved employ ;
Enter thy Master's joy."
He started up to hear;
He fell, but felt no fear. 3 Tranquil amidst alarms,
It found him on the field,
Beneath his red-cross shield.
Labor and sorrow cease; And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace. 5 Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ ; And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Savior's joy.
246. 6 M. LUTHER.
The Death of Martyrs.
Or on the waters cast,
And gathered at the last :
Around us and abroad,
2 The Father hath received
Their latest living breath;
Of victory in their death :
And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim
The one availing name.
247. C. M. R. Nicoll.
The Protestant Reformation.
Our hands shall never bring;
Our hands shall never fling;
Our voices ne'er shall be;
Who bade the world go free.
Who made us what we are !
With radiance brighter far.
And through eternity,
And bade the world go free.
248. 12 & 11s M. HEBER.
Farewell to a Friend departed. 1 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore
thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Savior has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the