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Shadow.

Blessed are They Ghat Mourn.

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H., 1882.

1 Come unto me when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distrest,

2 Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken,

When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in endless life to waken,

Where their fair brows with glory shall be crown'd.

3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,

Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.

4 There like an Eden blossoming in gladness,

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It is well.
2 Kings iv, 26.

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Yes, it is well; though shades around us gather;
Though friends depart, and earthly hopes decay,-
Still will we trust our gracious heavenly Father;
Still He who loves us is with us alway.

Why should we still in doubt and sorrow languish,
Mourning for those who from our sight have fled?
Heav'n pours its balm on hearts that bleed in anguish;
Hope blooms immortal o'er the silent dead!
Beaten by storms, by windy tempests broken,"
We for our haven look with longing eye;

Bloom the fair flow'rs the earth too rudely pressed, Gladly we hail each comfort-bringing token

Come unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,

Come unto Me, and I will give you rest.
Mrs. C. H. Esling, 1839.
I will give you rest.
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Matt. xi. 28.

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Come, O my soul, with many burdens weary,
Pressed down with woes and sorrows borne alone;
Toil-worn with travel, in a desert dreary,

Come, bring thy burdens to thy Saviour's throne.

Cast all thy care, thy trouble and thy sorrow,

Upon the arm of Christ, the great and strong;
Fear naught to-day-trust Jesus for to-morrow;
Lean on his arm through all thy journey long.
He shall sustain thee-yes, for thee he careth,
O wearied one! on this sweet word repose;
Cast
upon him each care thy spirit beareth,
He shall support thee till thy journey close.
He that believeth, into rest doth enter,

Though still he bear the burden or the rod;
And then for him who thus on Christ doth venture,
A rest remains, with all the saints of God.
H., 1869.

Of land ahead, where storms and surges die.
Softly the gales breathe from the land immortal;
Bright beam the holy throngs that sing and shine';
Lo, angel guards stand at each pearly portal,

To bid us welcome to those joys divine.
There may we meet, beyond earth's scenes of sadness,
Meet with the loved, the cherished and the lost;
There in the realms of sunlight and of gladness,
Dwell with the blest, no more by tempest tossed.
H., 1885.

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O Friend divine, when from our loved ones parted,
Where can the stricken fly, but to thy breast?
Thou, thou alone, canst heal the broken-hearted,

To comfort all that mourn. 11s & 10s.
Isaiah Ixi. 2.

Thou, thou, alone canst give the weary rest.
Thou who hast balm to heal all earthly sadness,
With thine own peace the weary-hearted bless;
Pour on each stricken soul the oil of gladness,
Comfort the sad, and give the weary rest.

H., 1885.

Now Je-sus invites you, the Spirit says Come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

O wanderer, where art thou? the voice of thy God
Sounds through each dark pathway thy footste s have

trod.

He calleth, "Where art thou? say, why dost thou flee?
Hath sin made thee fearful, and driven thee from me?'
Where art thou, who seekest in pleasure thy fill?
That cup is but poison, it surely will kill:
Enchanted by passion, by honor or gold,
Alas, for one morsel thy birthright is sold.

O Christian, where art thou? Hast thou gone astray?
Say, hast thou grown weary, so long is the way?
The blood of the Lamb hath been dashed on thy door,
Oh, hast thou turned back into Egypt once more?
Where art thou? where art thou? O dost thou not hear
The voice of the Shepherd that falls on thine ear?
Lo, wearied, and pierced, the lost he doth seek,
Say, shall he now find thee, poor wandering sheep?
H., 1880.

Oh, turn to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope,
Who in the dark dungeons of sorrow do grope,
For Christ your Redeemer, your Saviour, and God,
Hath purchased your pardon with anguish and blood.
From th' horrible pit with its mire and its clay,

He bids you come forth to the glory of day;
Awake, thou that sleepest, arise from the dead,
And light from the Lord on thy soul shall be shed.
Why longer will ye in the prison-house stay?
From the pit without water he calls you away;
He breaks every fetter, he brings liberty,
By the blood of his cov'nant he bids you be free.
Oh, turn to the stronghold, your foes are at hand;
Your sojourn is still in an enemies land;

Oh, hide, lest in fury they swallow you up;
Oh, turn to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope.
The Lord is your refuge, your strength, and your tow'r,
He saveth from death by his wisdom and power;
118. He helpeth the feeble, he lifteth them up;
Oh, turn to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope.
H., 1880.

O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave,
Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save,
With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismayed,
In toiling and rowing thy strength is decayed.
Loud roaring, the billows now nigh overwhelm,
But skillful's the Pilot who sits at the helm;
His wisdom conducts thee, his pow'r thee defends,
In safety and quiet thy warfare He ends.

"O fearful! O faithless!" In mercy He cries,

"My promise, my truth, are they light in thine eyes?
Still, still I am with thee, my promise shall stand,
Through tempest and tossing I'll bring thee to land.

"Forget thee I will not, I cannot, thy name
Engraved on my heart doth forever remain;
The palms of my hands whilst I look on I see
The wounds I received when suffering for thee.
"I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans,
For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bones,
In all thy distresses thy Head feels the pain,
Yet all are most needful, not one is in vain.
"Then trust me and fear not; thy life is secure;
My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power;
In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine,
To make thee at length in my likeness to shine.

Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way;
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our stay;
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial, be near,
The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?
He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the faint;
The weak and oppress'd, he will hear their complaint;
The way may be weary, and thorny the road,
But how can we falter ? our help is in God.
Into his green pastures our footsteps he leads;
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds!
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears,
And brings back the wanderers safe from the snares.
Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;
Though storms rage around us, our God is our might;
So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come;
The Lord is our Leader, his kingdom our home.
And there all his people eternally dwell,
With Him who hath led them so safely and well;
The toilsome way over, the wilderness past;
And Canaan, the blessed, is theirs at the last.
John N. Darby. 1861.

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Thy triumphs, Redeemer of men, we proclaim,
Be boundless thine empire, eternal thy name;
We'll praise Thee on earth, and in glory again
Sing loud hallelujahs, forever, Amen.
Richard Cope, 1813.

"The foolish, the fearful, the weak are my care,
The helpless, the hopeless, I hear their sad prayer;
From all their afflictions my glory shall spring,
And the deeper their sorrows, the louder they'll sing."
James Grant, 1784.