Laudes Domini

LONG HOME. 75, 85, 75.

A. S. SULLIVAN.

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TENDER Shepherd, thou hast stilled
Now thy little lamb's brief weeping:
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild

In its narrow bed 't is sleeping!
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.
2 In this world of care and pain,

Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny heavenly plain

Thou dost now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with thee in light.
3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see

That its heavenly food are giving;
Then the gain of death we prove,
Though thou take what most we love.

MEINHOLD. 7s, 8s, 7s.

Miss C. Winkworth, tr.

1104

"Ye shall live also."

JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appall me; Jesus lives! and well I know,

From the dead he will recall me; Better life will then commenceThis shall be my confidence.

2 Jesus lives! to him the throne Over all the world is given;

I shall go where he is gone,

Live and reign with him in heaven: God is pledged; weak doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence!

3 Jesus lives! henceforth is death Entrance into life immortal; Calmly I can yield my breath,

Fearless tread the frowning portal; Lord, when faileth flesh and sense, Thou wilt be my confidence!

Arthur C. Coxe, tr. J. S. BACH.

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How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more.

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pilgrims of the night, Sing-ing to wel - come the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night.

HARK, hark, my soul! angelic songs are 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, swelling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore:

How sweet the truth those blesséd strains

are telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more. REF.-Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;

And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,

2 Onward wego, for still we hear them singing, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come; Till morning's joy shall end the night of

CARMEN CELI. P. M.

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J. BARNBY.

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime! In full ac-tiv-i-ty of zeal and power; A Christian cannot die before his time;

REFRAIN.

The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. Servant of Je-sus, pass to thy rest: Soldier of Jesus, go dwell among the blest.

Sleep thy last sleep, Free from care and sorrow; Rest, where none weep, Till th'eternal mor-row;

Tho' dark waves roll O'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul Jesus can de-liv-er.

1107 "All in Jesus sleeping." SLEEP thy last sleep,

Free from care and sorrow; Rest, where none weep, Till the eternal morrow; Though dark waves roll O'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul

Jesus can deliver.

2 Life's dream is past, All its sin, its sadness; Brightly at last

Dawns a day of gladness.

Under thy sod,

Earth, receive our treasure, To rest in God,

Waiting all his pleasure. 3 Though we may mourn Those in life the dearest, They shall return,

Christ, when thou appearest! Soon shall thy voice

Comfort those now weeping, Bidding rejoice

All in Jesus sleeping.

Edward A. Dayman.

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1108 "The Day of the Lord."
DAY of wrath, oh, dreadful day,
When this world shall pass away,
And the heavens together roll,
Shriv❜ling like a parchéd scroll,
Long foretold by saint and sage,
David's harp, and Sibyl's page.
2 Day of terror, day of doom,
When the Judge at last shall come;
Through the deep and silent gloom,
Shrouding every human tomb,
Shall the Archangel's trumpet tone
Summon all before the throne.

3 Then shall nature stand aghast,
Death himself be overcast;
Then, at her Creator's call,
Near and distant, great and small,
Shall the whole creation rise
Waiting for the great Assize.

4 Then the writing shall be read,
Which shall judge the quick and dead;
Then the Lord of all our race
Shall appoint to each his place;
Every wrong shall be set right,
Every secret brought to light.

PART II.

WHEN, in that tremendous day,
Heaven and earth shall pass away,
What shall I the sinner say?
What shall be the sinner's stay?
When the righteous shrinks for fear,
How shall my frail soul appear?

2 King of kings, enthroned on high,
In thine awful majesty,

Thou who of thy mercy free
Savest those who saved shall be:
In thy boundless charity,
Fount of pity, save thou me.

3 Oh, remember, Saviour dear,
What the cause that brought thee here;
All thy long and toilsome way
Was for me who went astray:
When that day at last is come,
Call, oh, call, the wanderer home.
4 Thou in search of me didst sit
Weary with the noonday heat;
Thou to save my soul hast borne
Cross and grief, and hate and scorn:
Oh, may all that toil and pain
Not be wholly spent in vain!

PART III.

O JUST Judge, to whom belongs
Vengeance for all earthly wrongs:
Grant forgiveness, Lord, at last,
Ere the dread account be past.
Lo! my sighs, my guilt, my shame!
Spare me for thine own great name.

2 Thou who bad'st the sinner cease
From her tears and go in peace;
Thou who to the dying thief
Speakest pardon and relief;
Thou, O Lord, to me hast given,
Ev'n to me, the hope of heaven!

MACFARREN. 14S.

G. A. MACFARREN.

Be-hold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright;

But woe to that dull ser-vant, whom his Master shall sur - prise With lamp untrimm'd, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes.

BEHOLD, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night,

And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright;
But woe to that dull servant, whom his Master shall surprise

With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes.

2 Do thou, my soul, keep watch, beware lest thou in sleep sink down,

Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the golden crown;

But see that thou be sober, with a watchful eye, and thus
Cry-Holy, Holy, Holy God, have mercy upon us!

3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; my soul, slack not thy toil,
But light thy lamp, and feed it well, and make it bright with oil;
Thou knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide,
Behold, the Bridegroom comes! Arise, he comes to meet the Bride!
4 Beware, my soul! take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie,
And, like the five remain without, and knock, and vainly cry;
But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thee on
His own bright wedding-robe of light-the glory of the Son.

5 To thee, O Saviour, now we bring the tribute of our praise,
Too small for thee, O Bridegroom blest, but all that we can raise:
All praise to thee, great Three in One, the God whom we adore,
As was, and is, and shall be done, when time shall be no more.

Gerard Moultrie.

Hymn 1108, continued.

3 Naught of thee my prayers can claim,
Save in thy free mercy's name.
Worthless is each tear and cry:
Yet, good Lord, in grace comply;
Spare me: cause me not to go
Into everlasting woe.

4 Make me with thy sheep to stand,
Severed from the guilty band;

When the cursed condemned shall be,

With the blest then call thou me:
Contrite in the dust, I pray,
Save me in that awful day.

5 Full of tears and full of dread

Is the day that wakes the dead,
Calling all, with solemn blast,
From the ashes of the past;
Lord of Mercy, Jesus blest,
Grant us thine eternal rest.

Arthur P. Stanley, t.

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