1206 Why Seek Ye the Kiving Among the Dead? 1206-1209 Why seek the living with the dead? Death's iron gates are open; Captivity is captive led; The chains of hell are broken: He lives, he lives, who for us died, Released from death's dark prison; The Son of God, the Crucified, The Lord indeed is risen. The hour is coming, when the dead Shall hear his trumpet ringing; And wake to greet their living Head, From death's cold shades upspringing: The Resurrection and the Life, His glory now revealing, Shall pluck death's sting and end his strife, His dungeon dark unsealing. Hands clasped in death are open now, For welcome or for greeting! And many a care-worn, furrowed brow The light of heaven is meeting! And victor's wreaths, and conqueror's palms Adorn those glad immortals, Who, chanting their triumphant psalms, Pass through yon pearly portals. H., 1881. 8s & 7s. I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! And thus he bound me to him. For ever and for ever. I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! He bled, he died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, But his own self he gave me: Naught that I have mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the Giver: My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are his, and his for ever. I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! All power to him is given To guard me on my onward course, And bring me safe to heaven. Th' eternal glories gleam afar, I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! From him who loves me now so well Heb. iv. 15. Unknown, cir. 1875. 1208 In all points tempted. 8s & 7s. There is no pain that I can bear, But thou, my Lord, hast borne it; No robe of scorn that I can wear, But thou, my Lord, hast worn it. There's no temptation I endure, But thou, my King, endured it; There's not a wound that seeks a cure But my Redeemer cured it. For me thy sacred temples bled, For me thou wert upbraided, And can I doubt thy tender love? 1209 Unknown, cir. 1865. Behold, the Lamb of God. John i. 29. 8s & 78. Behold, my soul, the Lamb of God, In pain and anguish dying; Hark, how he groans beneath his load,— My sins are on him lying. O Lamb of God, can I forget Thy deep and dreadful anguish? Freed by thy death from sin's dread debt, Oh, shall my love e'er languish? Jesus, for thee I all forsake, Since thou hast shown such favor; So shall I walk in paths of peace, ช brethren, farewell. QOGT 88 & 78. 1210 4 Then He who went with singing forth To suffer in the garden, Shall see the travail of his soul, The heirs of blood-bought pardon: And 'mid his church shall lead the psalm, And raise the song of glory, The song of Moses and the Lamb, That tells Redemption's story. 1211 SECOND PART. 8s & 78 He waits for your returning. 6 The hour has come to say farewell; We part with tears, we part with pain, H.,1876. Ghy Brother Shall Rise Again. 1212 At evening time It shall be light. 8s & 7s. At evening time may there be light, At evening time there shall be light, Earth's day of storm is dying; Lazarus, come forth. 88 & 7s. 1213 In which a world was weeping:IS Oh, not alone from out that grave Came up from death's entombing; It was eternal hope that stood It was the dark to-day of earth In heaven's own bright to-morrow; 1212-1215 It was the voice of God, that spoke "Let there be light!" and there was light Back from the graves of dark despair, Death has no power to sever. When clouds and darkness gather Mrs. H. A. Bingham, ab. cir. 1865. Verse 1, H., 1886. Mark iv. 41. 1214 The wind and the sea obey Him. 8s &7s. O, that I in thy wounds might rest, Great is the storm that works within, Thou art my great Creator: Give me this hour, thy help to find, So will I sing to all mankind, In loving admiration, Wesley. 8s & 7s. From all in earth and heaven: A H., 1888. 1216-1217 They Shall Walk With Me in White. Under Thy Wings. 40" What though a darkened way, My feet have trod, Yet I shall ritiv adtow tent uinta aft of juv And Enoch walked with God. 68 & 48. 1216 Gen. v. 22. 2 What though by Marah's spring 3 Thro' death's dark vale of shade, 4 Numbered with saints in light, Psalm xvii. 8. 1217 Under the shadow of thy wings. 68 & 4s. Safe from the "windy storm," Oft thou hast called me, Whom thou hast called to walk 99 Close to thy side; John Kirk, cir. 1877. Wash me Thoroughly Tyom Mins Iniquities. 1218-1220 1218 Changed into the same image. 2 Cor. iii. 18. Help me, my Lord, to grow 6s & 4s. Lord, fill my soul with light, Though rough the road may be, Or if my footsteps sink More like to thee. And when from Pisgah's height Canaan I view, When faith shall change to sight, Old things to new, Now let the crimson tide Shed from thy wounded side Be to my heart applied, And make me clean. Wash me, O Lamb of God, I will not, can not rest Till pure within; All human skill is vain, But Thou canst cleanse each stain, Till not a spot remain, Made wholly clean. Wash me, O Lamb of God, By faith thy cleansing blood Saved, saved from sin. Wash me, O Lamb of God, H. B. Beegle, cir. 1882. Then in a nobler song, Through all the ages long, I'll stand amid the throng, |