All Thine, and yet most truly ours; 3. Not spilt like water on the ground, Not wrapped in dreamless sleep profound, Not dead, but living unto Thee. 4. Thy word is true, Thy will is just ; To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust; That none might fear the world to see 5. O Breather into man of breath, Save us from death, the death of sin; 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 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; Safe within Thy holy ground. 3. Let my life be hid in Thee; 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; 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 When spear and shield and crown 3. By Him who bowed to take From whom the last dismay 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, 3. One the Light of God's own Presence 4. One the object of our journey, One the faith which never tires, One the hope our God inspires : 5. One the strain that lips of thousands 6. One the gladness of rejoicing 7. Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, 590. I. B. S. Ingemann, tr. S. Baring-Gould. The Angels of the Home. NOT when the death-prayer is said, 2. At holy midnight, voices sweet, Come brightening through the gloom. 3. We know who sends the visions bright, We veil our eyes before Thy light, We bless our Father's name ! C.M. 4. This frame, O God, this feeble breath, We think of Thee, and feel in death A deep and holy joy. 5. Dim is the light of vanished years 591. I. O idle grief, O foolish tears, I Quiet from the Fear of Evil. J. Wilson. LONG for household voices gone, And He can do no wrong. 2. I know not what the future hath Assured alone that life and death 3. And if my heart and flesh are weak 4. And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me 5. I know not where His islands lift I only know I cannot drift C.M. J. G. Whittier. |