LONG HOME. 75, 85, 75. A. S. SULLIVAN. TENDER Shepherd, thou hast stilled In its narrow bed 't is sleeping! Lord, thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive it; That its heavenly food are giving; 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. How sweet the truth those bless-ed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 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. 451 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. 1108 "The Day of the Lord." 3 Then shall nature stand aghast, 4 Then the writing shall be read, PART II. WHEN, in that tremendous day, 2 King of kings, enthroned on high, Thou who of thy mercy free 3 Oh, remember, Saviour dear, PART III. O JUST Judge, to whom belongs 2 Thou who bad'st the sinner cease 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; 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 3 That day, the day of fear, shall come; my soul, slack not thy toil, 5 To thee, O Saviour, now we bring the tribute of our praise, Gerard Moultrie. Hymn 1108, continued. 3 Naught of thee my prayers can claim, 4 Make me with thy sheep to stand, When the cursed condemned shall be, With the blest then call thou me: 5 Full of tears and full of dread Is the day that wakes the dead, Arthur P. Stanley, t. |