3 Justified through faith alone, Here they knew their sins forgiven, Here they laid their burden down, Hallow'd, and made fit for heaven. Who can now lament the lot Of a saint in Christ deceased? 4 Born into the world above, They our happy brother greet, Place him at the Saviour's feet: Reign with Me triumphant now." 5 Angels catch the' approving sound, Bow, and bless the just award, Hail the heir with glory crown'd, Now rejoicing with his Lord; Fuller joys ordain'd to know, Waiting for the general doom, When the' archangel's trump shall blow, "Rise, ye dead, to judgment come." AFTER THE FUNERAL. I COME, let us who in Christ believe Glory, and praise, and blessing give, 2 Our friend in sure and certain hope He knew that Christ shall raise him up, 3 To all who His appearing love And we shall join the hosts above, 4 Then let us wait to see the day, To answer, Lo! we come away, A MIDNIGHT HYMN. I HEARKEN to the solemn voice, Go 2 Ye who faint beneath the load Of sin, your heads lift up; 3 Ye whose loins art girt, stand forth! And perfect you in love. 4 Happiest souls, (if such are here,) 5 Who have attain'd the prize, Wait till Descending from the skies: Still forget the things behind, Toward your thrones of glory press; Stop not, till above ye find The crown of righteousness. Wait we all in patient hope, Till Christ, the Judge, shall come; We shall soon be all caught up To meet the general doom : In an hour to us unknown, 6 Happy he whom Christ shall find Shall bear triumphant home: Which of you dares meet His day? ANOTHER. I OFT have we pass'd the guilty night 3 We can, dear Jesu, for Thy sake, Devote our every hour to Thee : 4 Dear Object of our faith and love, We listen for Thy welcome voice ; Our persons and our works approve, And bid us in Thy strength rejoice: VOL. II. 5 Now let us hear the midnight cry, Shout in the midst of us, O King Of saints, and let our joys abound; With joy upon our heads return, By Thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the highest heaven of love! LORD, WHAT IS MAN? I FATHER of uncreated light, Fountain of life, and Source of power, 2 Truly Thou art a secret God, That hid'st Thee in the deepest shade; Thy inaccessible abode Thou hast in cloud and darkness made. 3 Darkness and clouds surround Thy throne, And veil the brightness of Thy face; Still we revere a God unknown, A bottomless abyss of grace. |