2 Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God and heir of Heaven;
For He gave thee sweet release;
Thine the Christian's death of peace.
3 Well we know thy living faith
Had the power to conquer death;
As a living rose may bloom
By the border of the tomb.

4 Brother, in that solemn trust

We commend thee, dust to dust;
In that faith we wait, till, risen
Thou shalt meet us all in Heaven.

5 While we weep as Jesus wept,

Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;
With thy Saviour thou shalt rest,
Crowned, and glorified, and blest.

3 He who shuns the sinner's road,
Loving those who love their God;
Who, with hope and faith unfeigned,
Treads the path by Thee ordained;

4 He who trusts in Christ alone,
Not in aught himself hath done;
He, great God, shall be Thy care,
And Thy choicest blessings share.

I THEY Whose course on earth is o'er,
Think they of their brethren more?
They before the Throne who bow,
Feel they for their brethren now?

2 Yea, the dead in Christ have still
Part in all our joy and ill;
Keeping all our steps in view,
Guiding them, it may be, too.

3 We, by enemies distrest,
They, in Paradise at rest;
We the captives, they the freed,
We and they are one indeed.

4 One in all we seek or shun;
One, because our Lord is One;
One in heart, and one in love:
We below, and they above.

Rev. John Mason Neale (1818-1866), 1844.

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In Thy glory

re-joice and sing; Com-ing! In the op'ning east

693

"Thou art coming."

2 Thou art coming, Thou art coming;
We shall meet Thee on Thy way,
We shall see Thee, we shall know Thee,
We shall bless Thee, we shall show Thee
All our hearts could never say;
What an anthem that will be,
Bringing out our love to Thee,
Pouring out our rapture sweet
At Thine own all-glorious feet.

3 O the joy to see Thee reigning,
Thee, my own belovéd Lord!
Every tongue Thy Name confessing,
Worship, honor, glory, blessing,

Brought to Thee with one accord;
Thee, my Master and my Friend,
Vindicated and enthroned,
Unto earth's remotest end
Glorified, adored, and owned.

Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, 1874. Ab.

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"Ad perennis Vitae Fontem."

2 There the saints of God, resplendent
As the sun in all its might,
Evermore rejoice together,

Crowned with diadems of light;
And from peril safe at last,
Count up all their triumphs past.

3 Happy they, who with them seated
Shall in all their glory share!
O that we, our days completed,
Might be but admitted there!
There with them the praise to sing
Of our glorious God and King.

Peter Damiani (1007-1072),,
Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall (1814-1878), 1858. Áb. and sl. alt.

Each a golden crown is wearing,
Who are all this glorious band?

Alleluia! hark, they sing,

Praising loud their heavenly King.

2 These, like priests have watched and Offering up to Christ their will; [waited, Soul and body consecrated,

Day and night they serve Him still:
Now, in God's most holy place,
Blest they stand before His face.

3 Lo, the Lamb Himself now feeds them,
On Mount Zion's pastures fair;
From His central throne He leads them
By the living fountain there :
Lamb and Shepherd, Good Supreme,
Free He gives the cooling stream.
Rev. Heinrich Theobald Schenk (
Tr. by Miss Frances Elizabeth Cox (

-1727), ), 1841. Ab.