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152. MIUIHL ENBERG, 11s. CHRISTIAN LYRE.
would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after
I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin;
Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian, and guide;
The Lord is our shepherd—what, then, shall we fear 3
Afraid by ourselves to pursue the dark way,
The Lord is become our salvation and song;
The Lord is my shepherd—no want shall I know;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow ; -
Through valley and shadow of death though I stray,
Thy rod shall defend me—thy staff be my stay;
In midst of affliction my table is spread;
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod
1. 0 come, to the Garden of grief we'll go, And there view the Sa-
2. Our Jesus still lives, and his love is the same;
The trumpet shall sound, and the dead all arise, To dwell in the kingdom of life in the skies. ,
2. With wonder and joy, every eye shall behold The portals of light and of glory unfold !
The news of salvation shall greet every ear.
3. The deaf shall all hear, and the dumb shall all sing;
4. No thunders of wrath or of terror shall roll,
5. All evil destroyed, every sorrow shall cease,
4. No longer the shroud and the pall wear gloom,
hope of sunlight on the morrow, The night of grief can cheer.
HYMN 494. HYMN 495. O Thou, whose love o'er scenes of sadness The light of other days is faded, A gleam of joy can throw, And all their glory's past, And gild with rainbow tints of gladness For time, with darkling wing, has shaded The darkest cloud of woe: The hopes too bright to last. The humble heart, tho' bow'd in sorrow, But o'er the path by grief long clouded, Thy love may still revere, Now shines a purer ray; f. For the hope of sunlight on the morrow, And the heart ne'er feels in sorrow The night of grief can cheer. That earth should pass away. Tho' on the bed of pain we languish, The light of life in glory beaming. Or in affliction sigh, New hopes and pleasures bloom, Or though we weep the tears of anguish And faith, with holy joys now teeming, O'er loved ones, when they die, - We feel nor doubt nor gloom. In thee confiding, blessed Saviour ! Tho' death the ties of earth shall sever We lean upon thy breast; Its reign will soon be o'er ;
Arid the hope of thy unchanging favor, And the light of life shall glow forever Inspires thy heavenly rest. When time shall be no more.