(J=100) God of the living, in Whose eyes Un-veil'd Thy whole cre- a
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All souls are Thine; we must not say That those are dead who pass a
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2 Released from earthly toil and strife
With Thee is hidden still their life;
Thine are their thoughts, their works,
their powers,
All Thine, and yet most truly ours;
For well we know, where'er they be,
Our dead are living unto Thee.
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From this our world of flesh set free, We know them living un- to Thee. A-men.
3 Thy word is true, Thy will is just;
To Thee we leave them, Lord, in trust,
And bless Thee for the love which gave
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Thy Son to fill a human grave,
That none might fear that world
to see,
Where all are living unto Thee.
4 O Breather into man of breath,
O Holder of the keys of death,
O Giver of the life within,
Save us from death, the death of sin;
That body, soul, and spirit be
Forever living unto Thee! Amen.
JOHN ELLERTON
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(J=104) When the day of toil is done, When the race of
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2 Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost its painful sting!
6 When the breath of life is flown,
When the grave must claim its own,
Lord of life! be ours Thy crown;
Life for evermore!
Amen.
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.
4 When the heart by sorrow tried
Feels at length its throbs subside,
Bring us, where all tears are dried,
Joy for evermore!
5 When for vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Teach us in Thy love to learn
Love for evermore!
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A calm and un-dis-turb'd re-pose, Un-broken by the last of foes.
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4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.
5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessèd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
Amen.
that which drew from out the bound-less deep Turns
Composed for his funeral in Westminster Abbey
The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my
For tho' from out our bourne of time and
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