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Why Seek Ye the Kiving Among the Dead? 1206-1209

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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.

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H., 1881.

8s & 7s.

I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
He loved me ere I knew him;
He drew me with the cords of love,

And thus he bound me to him.
And round my heart still closely twine
Those ties which naught can sever,
For I am his and he is mine

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,
To nerve my faint endeavor;
So now to watch, to work, to war
And then to rest for ever.

I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend!
So kind, and true, and tender;
So wise a Counsellor and Guide,
So mighty a Defender!

From him who loves me now so well
What power my soul shall sever?
Shall life or death, shall earth or hell?
No; I am his for ever!

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 as a lamb to slaughter led,
Unpitied and unaided.

And can I doubt thy tender love?
Thy rich compassion-doubt it?
My spirit hath no hope above,
No stay on earth without it.

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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;
Let grace each earthly fetter break,
And me from sin deliver.

So shall I walk in paths of peace,
By grace divine appointed;
And know the love that shall not cease
Of Christ, the Lord's Anointed.
H., 1869.

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brethren, farewell.

QOGT 88 & 78.

1210
Finally Cor. xiii. 11.
3 The ransomed of the Lord shall come,
To Zion's heights returning;
Shall rest in their long-looked-for home,
Beyond all tears and mourning:
Oh, sweet shall swell the matchless song,
When through the new creation
Shall rise from the immortal throng
The anthem of salvation.

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
5 Ye souls that sigh in sore distress,
Unsaved, ungathered, weeping,
Throughout this howling wilderness
The Shepherd goeth seeking:
He comes the wand'ring ones to find-
For them his heart is yearning;
Tender, and pitiful, and kind,

He waits for your returning.

6 The hour has come to say farewell;
The sad word must be spoken;
But round our hearts there is a spell
That never can be broken.

We part with tears, we part with pain,
We part, but not forever;
We part, but we shall meet again,
And part no more forever.

H.,1876.

Ghy Brother Shall Rise Again.

1212 At evening time It shall be light. 8s & 7s.
At evening time may there be light,
While life's brief day is closing;
Then shall I fear no gathering night,
In Jesus' love reposing.

At evening time may there be light,
The light of life eternal;
The radiance of those mansions bright,
In climes forever vernal.

At evening time there shall be light,

Earth's day of storm is dying;
Sorrow and sadness take their flight,
There shall be no more sighing.
At evening time there shall be light,
The twilight skies adorning;
But oh, how fair the radiance bright
Of the swift-speeding morning!
H., 1884.

Lazarus, come forth.
John xi.

88 & 7s.

1213
The Saviour wept beside the tomb
Where one he loved lay sleeping;
He felt the deep despairing gloom

In which a world was weeping:IS
"Lazarus come forth!" the Saviour cried
And through death's silent prison
Hope's trumpet sounded far and wide,
For life o'er death had risen!
"Come forth!" the Prince of Terrors heard
Thrill through his dark dominion
The voice that drooped his conquered head
And furled his dusky pinion:
The life of God leaped through each yein
Its wondrous impulse giving,
The slumberer burst death's iron chain,
And he who died was living.

Oh, not alone from out that grave
Came Lazarus, swathed and fettered;
The bands that held a race enchained
At that command were shattered:
Oh, not alone that single life

Came up from death's entombing;
The cloud that shadowed all the world
Was lifted at his coming.

It was eternal hope that stood
Above eternal sorrow;

It was the dark to-day of earth

In heaven's own bright to-morrow;

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It was the voice of God, that spoke
Above a new creation,

"Let there be light!" and there was light
Of boundless revelation.

Back from the graves of dark despair,
The stone is rolled forever;
The arch that bridges life to life

Death has no power to sever.
And he who lingers by our side

When clouds and darkness gather
Stands with us at the tomb of hope,
And lifts us to the Father.

Mrs. H. A. Bingham, ab. cir. 1865. Verse 1, H., 1886.

Mark iv. 41.

1214 The wind and the sea obey Him. 8s &7s.
Jesus, to thee I would look up
Tossed in a storm of passion;
Thou art the anchor of my hope,
Thou art my strong salvation:
Pity and save a soul distressed,
Till I the port recover;

O, that I in thy wounds might rest,
Till all the storm is over.

Great is the storm that works within,
Thou art above the power of sin,
Jesus's grace is greater;

Thou art my great Creator:
Speak, and at thy supreme command
Trouble and sin shall leave me;
Stir up thy strength, stretch out thy hand,
Say, "It is I," and save me.

Give me this hour, thy help to find,

So will I sing to all mankind,
Show me thy great salvation;

In loving admiration,
O what a Man, a God, is this!
Nature is still before him;
Lo, at his word the winds and seas,
Suddenly calmed, adore him.

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Wesley.

8s & 7s.

From all in earth and heaven:
And may the grace of Christ our Lord,
The love of God the Father,
The Holy Spirit, shed abroad,
Abide with us forever!

A H., 1888.

1216-1217

They Shall Walk With Me in White.

Under Thy Wings.

40"

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Gen. v. 22.

2 What though by Marah's spring
Lies my sad road,
Still will I hope and sing,
Walking with God;
He can the waters heal,
He doth his grace reveal,
He speaks, his love I feel,
Walking with God.

3 Thro' death's dark vale of shade,
Thy staff and rod
Comfort my soul dismayed,
Walking with God;
When the dark way is passed,
He leads me home at last,
Thither my soul doth haste,
Walking with God.

4 Numbered with saints in light,
Ransomed with blood,
Walking with Christ in white,
Walking with God;
There with them may I dwell,
There their glad anthems swell,
There all heaven's rapture tell,
Walking with God.

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Psalm xvii. 8.

1217 Under the shadow of thy wings. 68 & 4s.
Under thy wings, my God,
Close by thy side,

Safe from the "windy storm,"
Joyful I hide.

Oft thou hast called me,
Now while the cloud I see,
Swiftly I run to thee,
Close to thy side.
Under thy wings, my God,
Loved ones abide,

Whom thou hast called to walk
Close to thy side.
Brood softly over me,
Glory I may not see,
Keep every sin from me,
While by thy side.
Under thy wings, my God,
Safely to hide,
Gather thy "little ones

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Close to thy side;
Side wounded sore for me,
Bleeding and bruised I see,-
Cover, oh cover me,
Close by thy side.
H., 1881.

John Kirk, cir. 1877.

Wash me Thoroughly Tyom Mins Iniquities. 1218-1220

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2 Cor. iii. 18.

Help me, my Lord, to grow
More like to thee;
Thy wondrous love to know;
Thy face to see.

6s & 4s.

Lord, fill my soul with light,
Dispel the gloom of night,
And make me through thy might
More like to thee.

Though rough the road may be,
Jagged and steep;
Lord, though I may not run,
Upward I'll creep;
When nightly shadows fall,
When doubts and fears appall,
Then may I rise from all,
More like to thee.

Or if my footsteps sink
In doubt's dark wave,
May I, like Peter, cry,
"Lord Jesus, save!"
So by my faith to prove
Thine all-redeeming love;
Oh, make me, Heavenly Dove,

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,
Wash me from sin;

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,
Wash me from sin;

By faith thy cleansing blood
Now makes me clean.
So near Thou art to me,
So sweet my rest in thee,
O, blessed purity,

Saved, saved from sin.

Wash me, O Lamb of God,
Wash me from sin;
Thou, while I trust in thee,
Wilt keep me clean;
Each day to Thee I bring
Heart, life, yea, everything;
Saved, while to thee I cling,
Saved from all sin.

H. B. Beegle, cir. 1882.

Then in a nobler song,

Through all the ages long,

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I'll stand amid the throng,

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