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And all that by His mercy live,
3 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
The spring of heaven's eternal year
4 No winter there, no shades of night,
YOME, ye thankful people, come,
All is safely gather'd in,
Ere the winter storms begin:
2 We ourselves are God's own field,
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
Give His angels charge at last
4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Free from sorrow, free from sin:
In God's garner to abide:
E come, O Lord, before Thy throne,
We meet and pray for those who roam
2 Oh, may the Holy Spirit bow
3 Then may a Saviour's dying love
DEATH AND BURIAL.
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HOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour 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 hope since the Saviour hath died.
3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long;
But the sunshine of heaven beam'd bright on thy waking,
And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.
4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian, thy Guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
And death has no sting since the Saviour
Take this new treasure to thy trust,
2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
8 So Jesus slept, God's dying Son
Pass'd through the grave, and bless'd the bed; Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from His throne, illustrious morn,
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ESUS, while our hearts are bleeding
2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken,
Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
4 By Thy hands the boon was given,
Thou hast taken but Thine own:
THE things of the earth in the earth let us lay, The ashes with ashes, the dust with the clay; But lift up the heart, and the eye, and the love, Oh, lift up the soul to the regions above.
2 Since He, the Immortal, hath entered the gate, So, too, shall we mortals, or sooner or late; Then stand we on Christ; let us mark Him ascend,
For His is the glory and life without end.
3 On earth with His own ones, the Giver of good, Bestowing His blessing, a little while stood: Now nothing can part us, nor distance, nor foes, For lo! He is with us, and who can oppose? 4 So, Lord, we commit this our brother to Thee, Whose body is dead, but whose spirit is free; We know that through grace, when our life here is done,
We live still in Thee, and forever in one.
5 All glory to Thee, Father, Spirit, and Son,
HY do we mourn departing friends? Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to His arms.
2 Are we not tending upward too, As fast as time can move?