CHRISTMAS. C. M.

HANDEL.

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HOW CALM. C. L. M.

GENTLE-LEGATO.

24. The Sepulchre on Sabbath Morning.
1. How calm and beautiful the morn,
That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where Christ the crucified was borne,
And veiled in midnight gloom!
O weep no more the Saviour slain,
The Lord is risen, he lives again.

2. Ye mourning saints, dry every tear
For your departed Lord,
"Behold the place, he is not here!"
The tomb is all unbarr'd:

The gates of death were closed in vain,
The Lord is risen, he lives again.

3. Now cheerful to the house of prayer,
Your early footsteps bend;
The Saviour will himself be there,
Your Advocate and Friend:

Once by the law, your hopes were slaiz,
But now in Christ, ye live again

2. The sun set in a fearful hour,

The skies might well grow dim,
When this mortality had power

So to o'ershadow him!

That he who gave man's breath, might know

The very depths of human woe.

4. It passed not, though the stormy wave Had sunk beneath his tread;

It passed not, though to him the
grave

Had yielded up its dead.
But there was sent him from on high.
A gift of strength for man to die.

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A sure and qui et home.

26.

Heaven.

1. How glorious is the land we seek,
A land without a tomb,
An everlasting-resting place,
A sure and quiet home.

2. Far sunnier than the hills of time Are its eternal hills;

Far fresher than the rills of earth
Are its eternal rills.

3. No blight can fall upon its flowers,
No darkness fill its air,
It has a day for ever bright,
For Christ, its sun, is there.

4. O Sun of love, and peace, arise,
Thy light upon us beam;
For all this life is but a sleep,
And all this world a dream.

1. GOD only is the creature's home,
Though long and rough the road;

Yet nothing less can satisfy
The love that longs for God.

2. O utter but the name of God
Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once
All tempting light departs.

3. A trusting heart, a yearning eye,
Can win their way above;

If mountains can be moved by faith,
Is there less power in love?

4. How little of that road, my soul!
How little hast thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God
Allure thee further on.