And all that by His mercy live,
To God their offering raise.

3 Thus, like the morning, calm and clear,
That saw the Saviour rise,

The spring of heaven's eternal year
Shall dawn on earth and skies.

4 No winter there, no shades of night,
Obscure those mansions blest,
Where, in the happy fields of light,
The weary are at rest.

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COME

HARVEST.

YOME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home.

All is safely gather'd in,

Ere the winter storms begin:
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!

2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield:
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be!

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home:
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away:

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Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All are safely gather'd in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin:
There forever purified,

In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home!

553 (960).

WE

SEAMEN.

C. M.

E come, O Lord, before Thy throne,
And, with united plea,

We meet and pray for those who roam
Far off upon the sea.

2 Oh, may the Holy Spirit bow
The sailor's heart to Thee,
Till tears of deep repentance flow
Like rain-drops on the sea.

3 Then may a Saviour's dying love
Pour peace into his breast,
And waft him to the port above,
Of everlasting rest.

DEATH AND BURIAL.

554 (987).

THOU

12s & 11s.

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

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hath died.

L. M.

Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room,
To slumber in the silent dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear
Invades thy bounds - no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
While angels watch his soft repose.

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,
Attend, O earth, His sovereign word;
Restore thy trust- -a glorious form
Shall then arise to meet the Lord.

556.

JES

8s & 7s.

ESUS, while our hearts are bleeding
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting,
Calmly say-Thy will be done.

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken,
Though afflicted, not alone;

Thou didst give, and Thou hast taken;
Blesséd Lord -- Thy will be done.

3 Though to-day we're filled with mourning,
Mercy still is on the throne;
With Thy smiles of love returning,
We can sing-Thy will be done.

4 By Thy hands the boon was given,

Thou hast taken but Thine own:
Lord of earth, and God of heaven,
Evermore- Thy will be done.

557.

TH

11s.

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,
Who three art in person, in substance but one,
In whom we have victory over the grave,
Who lovest Thy people to pardon and save.

558 (718).

WHY

C. M

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?