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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 thank Thee for the love that gave
Thy Son to fill a human grave,

That none might fear the 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

For ever living unto Thee!

586.

The Rest after Death.

J. Ellerton.

10.6.10.4.

I. THOU God of love! beneath Thy sheltering wings

We leave our holy dead,

To rest in hope! From this world's sufferings
Their souls have fled!

2. O! when our souls are burdened with the weight Of life and all its woes,

Let us remember them, and calmly wait

For our life's close!

Jane Euphemia Saxby.

587.

I.

Life Hid in God.

LET my life be hid in Thee,

Life of life, and Light of light!

Love's illimitable Sea!

Depth of peace, of power the Height!

2. Let my life be hid in Thee,

When my foes are gathering round;
Covered with Thy panoply,

Safe within Thy holy ground.

3. Let my life be hid in Thee;
From vexation and annoy;
Calm in Thy tranquillity,

All my mourning turned to joy.

4. Let my life be hid in Thee;

When my strength and health shall fail,

Let Thine immortality

In my dying hour prevail.

5. Let my life be hid in Thee;

In the world, and yet above;
Hid in Thine eternity,

In the ocean of Thy love.

75.

588.

I.

J. B. Clipstone.

6.6.4.6.6.4.

The Cry of Frailty.

LOWLY and solemn be

Thy children's cry to Thee,

Father divine!

A hymn of suppliant breath,

Owning that life and death

Alike are Thine.

589.

2. O Father! in that hour

When earth all succouring power
Shall disavow;

When spear and shield and crown
In faintness are cast down;
Sustain us, Thou!

3. By Him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod;

From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away;
Aid us, O God!

4. Tremblers beside the grave,

We call on Thee to save,

Father divine!

Hear, hear our suppliant breath,

Keep us in life and death,

Thine, only Thine!

Onward.

Felicia D. Hemans.

8.7.8.7.

1. THROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow,

Onward goes the pilgrim band,

Singing songs of expectation,

Marching to the Promised Land.

2. Clear before us through the darkness,
Gleams and burns the guiding Light;
Brother clasps the hand of brother,
Stepping fearless through the night.

3. One the Light of God's own Presence
O'er His ransomed people shed,
Chasing far the gloom and terror,
Brightening all the path we tread:

4. One the object of our journey,

One the faith which never tires,
One the earnest looking forward,

One the hope our God inspires :

5. One the strain that lips of thousands
Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril,
One the march in God begun :

6. One the gladness of rejoicing
On the far eternal shore,
Where the One Almighty Father,
Reigns in love for evermore.

7. Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers,
Onward with the Cross our aid!
Bear its shame, and fight its battle,
Till we rest beneath its shade.

590.

I.

B. S. Ingemann, tr. S. Baring-Gould.

The Angels of the Home.

NOT when the death-prayer is said,
The life of life departs !
The body in the grave is laid,
Its beauty in our hearts.

2. At holy midnight, voices sweet,
Like fragrance, fill the room:
And happy spirits' noiseless feet

Come brightening through the gloom.

3. We know who sends the visions bright,
From whose dear side they came;

We veil our eyes before Thy light,

We bless our Father's name !

C.M.

4. This frame, O God, this feeble breath,
A moment may destroy :

We think of Thee, and feel in death

A deep and holy joy.

5. Dim is the light of vanished years
In glory yet to come ;

591.

I.

O idle grief, O foolish tears,
When God doth call us home!

I

Quiet from the Fear of Evil.

J. Wilson.

LONG for household voices gone,
For vanished smiles I long;
But God hath led my dear ones on,

And He can do no wrong.

2. I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,

Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.

3. And if my heart and flesh are weak
To bear an untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break,
But strengthen and sustain.

4. And so beside the Silent Sea

I wait the muffled oar;

No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.

5. I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.

C.M.

J. G. Whittier.

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