2. And when the Master seems to stay,
Regardless of our grief,
His tarrying never is delay,
But well-timed, sure relief.
3. He loves to come when others flee,
Or, coming, can not aid;
To save in faith's extremity,
When hope's last glimmerings fade.
4. The house of mourning he prefers
With voice of love to cheer;
And sorrows are the harbingers
That say, the Lord is near.
5. Lord, not in sorrow's hour alone,
We ask to feel Thy grace;
The hearts that once Thy love have known,
Would be Thy dwelling-place.
1. Nor for the pious dead we weep;
Their sorrows now are o'er;
The sea is calm, the tempest past,
On that eternal shore.
2. Their peace is sealed, their rest is sure,
Within that better home;
Awhile we weep and linger here,
Then follow to the tomb.
3. O, might some dream of visioned bliss,
Some trance of rapture show
Where, on the bosom of their God,
They rest from human woe!
4. Jesus! our shadowy path illume,
And teach the chastened mind
To welcome all that's left of good,
To all that's lost resigned.
1. BRIGHT were the mornings first impearl'd
O'er earth, and sea, and air;
The birthdays of a rising world-
For Power divine was there.
2. But fairer shone the tears of God,
For Lazarus, o'er his grave-
Since love divine bedew'd the sod
Of one He sought to save.
3. Sweet drops of grace, the pledges given,
Of mercy's mighty plan-
That He, who was the Prince of heaven,
Had pity upon man!
4. Let us Thy dear example, Lord!
Fixed in our memories keep-
That we, obedient to Thy word,
May weep with those that weep.
1. JESUS, united by Thy grace,
And each to each endeared,
With confidence we seek Thy face,
And know our prayer is heard.
2. Make us into one spirit drink;
Baptize into Thy name;
And let us always kindly think,
And sweetly speak, the same.
3. Touched by the loadstone of Thy love,
Let all our hearts agree;
And ever toward each other move,
And ever move toward Thee. c. WESLEY.
1. WHEN I can read my title clcar
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2. Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3. Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my Heaven, my All.
4. There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.
1. THE God of mercy be adored,
Who calls our souls from death,
Who saves by His redeeming word
And new-creating breath;
2. To praise the Father and the Son
And Spirit all-divine-
The One in Three, and Three in One-
Let saints and angels join.
1. O No, we can not sing the song
Made for Jehovah's praise;
Our sorrowing harps refuse their strings,
In Zion's gladsome strains.
2. They bid us be in mirthful mood,
And dry those tears so sad;
But Judah's hearths are desolate,
And how can we be glad?
3. Silent our harps o'er Babel's stream
Are hung on willows wet;
And Zion, though we no more see,
We never can forget.
4. Sad be the notes, the plaintive wail,
Our lyres must falter here;
Echoes of songs within the vail,
Celestial, sweet, and clear.
5. O memory! can those strains on high
Grow silent, and unknown?
Can death's deep pall enshroud our eyes,
And hide yon glitt'ring throne.
6. Jerusalem! thy banished ones—
Prove anguish and regret-
But endless curses wait on them,
If thee they can forget!
1. JESUS, in sickness and in pain,
Be near to succor me,
My sinking spirit still sustain;
To Thee I turn, to Thee.
2. When cares and sorrows thicken round,
And nothing bright I see,
In Thee alone can help be found;
To Thee I turn, to Thee.
3. Should strong temptations fierce assail,
As if to ruin me,
Then in Thy strength will I prevail,
While still I turn to Thee.
4. Through all my pilgrimage below,
Whate'er my lot may be,
In joy or sadness, weal or woe,
Jesus, I'll turn to Thee.
1. WHEN languor and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look by faith abroad,
And long to fly away;
2. Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus pleads above;
3. Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace
For all things to depend;
4. Sweet, in the confidence of faith,
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.
5. If such the sweetness of the streams,
What must the fountain be
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee?
1. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past,
And mourns the present pain,
"Tis sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain.
2. "T is not that murmuring thoughts arise,
And dread a Father's will;
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still.
3. It is that heaven-born faith surveys
The path that leads to light,
And longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And lose herself in sight.
4. O let me wing my hallowed flight
From earth-born woe and care,
And soar above these clouds of night,
My Saviour's bliss to share.
|