dis-turbed re-pose, Un-bro-ken by the last of foes. A-men.

6 Life pass-eth soon: Death draweth near: Keep us, good Lord, Till Thou ap - pear;

storm ris - es dark o'er the way; The few lu - rid morn-ings that

dawn on us here Are e-nough for life's woes,full e-nough for its cheer. A-men.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin;
Temptation without, and corruption within;
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb:
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise
To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns;

7 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

Rev. WILLIAM A. MÜHLENBERG, 1824

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And the lamp of His love is thy guide thro' the gloom. A-men.

2 Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave: but we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy ransom, thy guardian, and guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
And death has no sting, for the Saviour has died.

Bishop REGINALD HEBER, 1812

O Mother dear, Je ru - salem! When shall I come to

When shall my sor- rows have an end? Thy joys when shall I

O happy harbor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! ..

In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no

Where grow such sweet and pleasant flowers Would God my woes were at an end,