Earth to earth, and dust to dust;” Calmly now the words we say; Left behind, we wait in trust For the Resurrection-day. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
GOD of the living, in whose eyes Unveiled Thy whole creation lies, All souls are Thine: we must not say That those are dead who pass away; From this our world of flesh set free, We know them living unto Thee.
2 Released from earthly toil and strife, With Thee is hidden still their life; Thine are their thoughts, their works, their
All Thine, and yet most truly ours; For well we know, where'er they be, Our dead are living unto Thee.
3 Not spilt like water on the ground, Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, Not wandering in unknown despair Beyond Thy voice, Thine arm, Thy care; Not left to lie like fallen tree : Not dead, but living unto Thee.
4 Thy word is true, Thy will is just; To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; And bless Thee for the love which gave Thy Son to fill a human grave,
That none might fear that world to see, Where all are living unto Thee.
5 O Breather into man of breath, O Holder of the keys of death, O Giver of the life within,
Save us from death, the death of sin; That body, soul, and spirit be Forever living unto Thee!
THE sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes. Oh dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Emmanuel's land.
2 Oh, Christ, He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I've tasted; More deep I'll drink above. There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Emmanuel's land.
3 With mercy and with judgment My web of time He wove, And aye the dews of sorrow Were lustred with His love : I'll bless the hand that guided, I'll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth In Emmanuel's land.
4 The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth, But on His pierced hand: The Lamb is all the glory Of Emmanuel's land.
ONE Sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er,- Nearer my home, to-day, am I Than e'er I've been before. Nearer my Father's house,
Where many mansions be; Nearer to-day the great white throne, Nearer the crystal sea.
2 Nearer the bound of life
Where burdens are laid down; Nearer to leave the heavy cross; Nearer to gain the crown. But, lying dark between,
Winding down through the night, There rolls the silent, unknown stream That leads at last to light.
3 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet Are slipping on the brink, And I, to-day, am nearer home, Nearer than now I think. Father, perfect my trust; Strengthen my spirit's faith; Nor let me stand, at last, alone Upon the shore of death.
PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven, To His feet thy tribute bring ;
Ransom'd, heal'd, restor'd, forgiven, Who, like me, His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him, Praise Him, praise Him, Praise the Everlasting King.
2 Praise Him for His grace and favor To our fathers in distress; Praise Him, still the same for ever, Slow to chide, and swift to bless; Praise Him, praise Him,
Glorious in His faithfulness.
2 Father-like, He tends and spares us; Well our feeble frame He knows; In His hands He gently bears us, Rescues us from all our foes; Praise Him, praise Him, Widely as His mercy goes.
4 Angels, help us to adore Him; Ye behold Him face to face; Sun and moon, bow down before Him; Dwellers all in time and space,
Praise Him, praise Him,
Praise with us the God of grace.
FATHER! the light and darkness Are both alike to Thee;
Then, to Thy waiting servant, Alike they both shall be. That great unending future,
I cannot pierce its shroud; But nothing doubt, nor tremble: God's bow is in the cloud.
2 To Him I yield my spirit; On Him I lay my load;
Fear ends with death: beyond it I nothing see but God.
Thus moving towards the darkness, I calmly wait His call, Seeing and fearing nothing, Hoping and trusting all.
PEACE, perfect peace, in this dark world of
The blood of Jesus whispers peace within.
2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed:
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest.
3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round :
In Jesus' bosom nought but calm is found.
4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far
In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they.
5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown:
Jesus we know, and He is on the throne.
6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours:
Jesus has vanquished death and all its powers."
7 It is enough; earth's struggles soon shall
And Jesus call us to Heaven's perfect
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