5. So shall that curse remove.
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.
1. BENEATH the star-lit arch,
Along the hallowed ground,
I see cherubic armies march,
A camp of fire around.
2. All that I am, have been,
All that I yet may be,
He sees as He hath ever seen,
And shall forever see.
3. How can I meet His eyes!
Mine on the cross I cast,
And own my life a Saviour's prize,
Mercy from first to last.
4. Then shall I upward fly;
That resurrection word
Shall be my shout of victory,
"Forever with the Lord."
1. How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea!
The tide that bears our thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!
2. Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honor, gone!
3. And where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell?
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell?
4. God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to Thee commend.
5. Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before Thy face.
1. My Father's house on high!
Home of my soul! how near,
At times, to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!
2. Ah! then my spirit faints
To reach the land I love,
The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above.
3. Yet clouds will intervene,
And all my prospects flies;
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas and stormy skies.
4. Anon the clouds depart,
The winds and waters cease;
While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart
Expands the bow of peace.
5. I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.
6. Then, then I feel that He
Remembered or forgot
The Lord is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.
1. LORD! what a feeble piece
Is this our mortal frame!
Our life how poor a trifle 't is,
That scarce deserves the name!
2. Alas! the brittle clay,
That built our body first! And every month, and every day, 'Tis moldering back to dust!
3. Our moments fly apace,
Nor will our minutes stay;
Just like a flood, our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.
4. Well, if our days must fly,
We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.
5. They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea;
Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.
1. LORD! let me know mine end
My days, how brief their date,
That I may timely comprehend
2. My life is but a span,
Mine age is naught with Thee;
What is the highest boast of man
But dust and vanity?
3. Dumb at Thy feet I lie,
For Thou hast brought me low;
Remove Thy judgments, lest I die;
I faint beneath Thy blow.
4. At Thy rebuke, the bloom
Of man's vain beauty flies;
And grief shall, like a moth, consume
All that delights our eyes.
5. Have pity on my fears;
Hearken to my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.
6. Oh! spare me yet, I pray,
Awhile my strength restore,
Ere I am summoned hence away,
And seen on earth no more.
1. BROTHER, though from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day,
Every pain hath passed away.
2. Well we know thy living faith,
Had the power to conquer death,
As a living rose may bloom,
By the border of the tomb.
3. Brother, in that solemn trust
We commend thee, dust to dust,
In that faith we wait, till risen,
Thou shall meet us all in heaven.
1. Lo! the prisoner is released,
Lightened of his fleshly load;
Where the weary are at rest,
He is gathered unto God.
Lo! the pain of life is past,
And his warfare now is o'er;
Death and hell behind are cast,
Grief and suffering are no more.
2. Yes! the Christian's course is run,
Ended is the glorious strife;
Fought the fight, the crown is won,
Death is swallowed up of life.
Borne by angels on their wings,
Far from earth his spirit flies
To the Lord he loved, and sings
Triumphing in paradise.
3. Join we, then, with one accord
In the new and joyful song;
Absent from our glorious Lord
We shall not continue long;
We shall quit the house of clay,
Better joys with Him to share;
We shall see the realms of day,
We shall meet our brethren there.
1. HARK! a voice divides the sky!
Happy are the faithful dead,
In the Lord who sweetly die!
They from all their toils are freed.
2. Ready for their glorious crown—
Sorrows past, and sins forgiven—
Here they lay their burden down,
Hallowed, and made meet for heaven.
3. When from flesh the spirit, freed,
Hastens homeward to return,
Mortals cry-"A man is dead!"
Angels sing "A child is born!"
4. Born into the world above,
They our happy brother greet;
Bear him to the throne of love,
Place him at the Saviour's feet!
5. Jesus smiles, and says-" Well done!
Good and faithful servant thou!
Enter and receive thy crown;
Reign with me triumphant now."
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