SIR ARTHUR SEYMOUR SULLIVAN,
1007 On the death of a little child. 1 TENDER Shepherd, thou hast stilled Now thy little lamb's brief weeping: Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild In its narrow bed 'tis 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.
TR. BY MISS C. WINKWORTH,
[6. Tune, Jewett. Page 241.] 1008 For a child's funeral. 1 Go to thy rest, fair child! Go to thy dreamless bed,
Gentle, and meek, and mild,
With blessings on thy head.
Fresh roses in thy hand,
Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this blighting land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.
2 Before thy heart could learn
In waywardness to stray;
Before thy feet could turn
The dark and downward way;
Ere sin could wound thy breast,
Or sorrow wake the tear;
Rise to thy home of rest,
In yon celestial sphere!
3 Because thy smile was fair,
Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy cradle-care
Was such a fond delight;
Shall love, with weak embrace,
Thy heavenward flight detain?
No, angel! seek thy place
Amid yon cherub train.
MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.
1009 Friends separated.
1 FRIEND after friend departs:
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our only rest,
Living or dying, none were blest.
2 Beyond the flight of time,
Beyond this vale of death,
There surely is some blessed clime
Where life is not a breath,
Nor life's affection transient fire,
Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
3 There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Formed for the good alone:
And faith beholds the dying herc
Translated to that happier sphere.
4 Thus star by star declines,
Till all are passed away,
As morning high and higher shines,
To pure and perfect day;
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
They hide themselves in heaven's own
light.
[7, 6. Tune, Munich. Pag 's] 1010 Present with the Lord. 1 THE precious seed of weeping To-day we sow once more, The form of one now sleeping, Whose pilgrimage is o'er. Ah! death but safely lands him Where we too would attain; Our Father's voice demands him, And death to him is gain.
2 He has what we are wanting,
He sees what we believe;
The sins on earth so haunting
Have there no power to grieve
Safe in his Saviour's keeping,
Who sent him calm release,-
'Tis only we are weeping,--
He dwells in perfect peace.
3 The crown of life he weareth,
He bears the shining palm,
The "Holy, holy," shareth,
And joins the angels' psalm,
But we, poor pilgrims, wander
Still through this land of woe
Till we shall meet him yonder,
And all his joy shall know.
CARL J. P. SPITTA. TR. BY MISS C. WINKWORTH
1011 Safe in the harbor.
1 WEEP not for a brother deceased,
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And freed from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,
And lodged in the Eden of love.
2 Our brother the haven hath gained,
Outflying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtained,
And left his companions behind,
Still tossed on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,
And sorrow and sin are no more.
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sailed with the Saviour beneath;
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er sorrow and death:
The voyage of life's at an end;
The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,
Forever and ever shall last.
1012 The grave disarmed.
1 MAN dieth and wasteth away,
And where is he?-Hark! from the skies,
I hear a voice answer and say,
"The spirit of man never dies!
His body, which came from the earth,
Must mingle again with the sod;
His soul, which in heaven bad birth,
Returns to the bosom of God."
2 No terror has death, or the grave,
To those who believe in the Lord,
Who know the Redeemer can save,
And lean on the faith of his word:
While ashes to ashes, and dust
We give unto dust, in our gloom,
The light of salvation we trust,
Which hangs like a lamp in the tomb.
3 O Lord God Almighty! to thee
We turn, as our solace above;
The waters may fail from the sea,
But never thy fountains of love:
O teach us thy will to obey,
And sing with one heart and accord, "He gave, and he taketh away, And praised be the name of the Lord."
God appears on earth to reign.
2 Every eye shall now behold him
Robed in dreadful majesty ;
Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see.
3 All the tokens of his passion
Still his dazzling body bears,
Cause of endless exultation
To his ransomed worshipers;
With what rapture
Gaze we on those glorious scars!
4 Yea, Amen! let all adore thee,
High on thy eternal throne;
Saviour, take the power and glory;
Claim the kingdom for thine own:
Jah! Jehovah!
Everlasting God, come down!
1 LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus,
Partners in his patience here:
Christ, to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear:
Mark the tokens
Of his heavenly kingdom near.
2 Sun and moon are both confounded,
Darkened into endless night,
When, with angel-hosts surrounded,
In his Father's glory bright,
Beams the Saviour,
Shines the everlasting light.
3 See the stars from heaven falling;
Hark, on earth the doleful cry,
Men on rocks and mountains calling.
While the frowning Judge draws nigh,
"Hide us, hide us,
Rocks and mountains, from his eye!"
4 With what different exclamation
Shall the saints his banner see!
By the tokens of his passion,
By the marks received for me,
All discern him;
All with shouts cry out, ""Tis he!"
5 Lo! 'tis he! our hearts' desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with his choir.
Come to make our joys o'erflow;
Palms of victory,
Crowns of glory, to bestow.
1015 O'er the distant mountains
1 O'ER the distant mountains breaking,
Comes the reddening dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,
Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray:
'Tis thy Saviour,
On his bright returning way.
2 0 thou long-expected, weary
Waits my anxious soul for thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
Where thy light I do not see:
O my Saviour,
When wilt thou return to me?
3 Long, too long, in sin and sadness,
Far away from thee I pine;
When, O when, shall I the gladness
Of thy Spirit feel in mine?
When shall I be wholly thine? 4 Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for thee, till I stand, O my Saviour,
In thy bright and promised land.
1 CHRIST is coming! let creation
Bid her groans and travail cease;
Let the glorious proclamation
Hope restore, and faith increase;
Christ is coming!
Come, thou blessed Prince of peace!
2 Earth can now but tell the story
Of thy bitter cross and pain;
She shall yet behold thy glory
When thou comest back to reign;
Christ is coming!
Let each heart repeat the strain.
3 Long thy exiles have been pining,
Far from rest, and home, and thee;
But, in heavenly vesture shining,
Soon they shall thy glory see;
Christ is coming!
Haste the joyous jubilee.
4 With that "blessed hope" before us, Let no harp remain unstrung;
Let the mighty advent chorus
Onward roll from tongue to tongue;
Christ is coming!
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come!
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