Beneath whose care par en tal The world lies down to 10 LOVE divine and golden, The blesser and the blest, 2 The fields of earth adore Thee, Their holiest anthems raise; The dew of gentle sadness That droppeth on the heart. 3 0 Love divine and tender That through our homes doth move Thy blessedness are blest. 4 God bless these hands united, May they through life go on; With the omission of the 4th verse the hymn is adapted for general use. John S. B. Monsell, 1857 in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy serv - ant sleep W the laborer's task is o'er; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. 2 There the tears of earth are dried; By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 3 There the sinful souls, that turn 4 There no more the powers of hell 5 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust," John Ellerton, 1871 1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet To be for such a slumber meet; With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost the venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour 4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Margaret Mackay, 1832 VICTORY 13. 11. 13. 11. Joseph Barnby, 1867 4 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not de-plore thee, Though sor- rows and e 0:24 44+ dark -ness en com- pass the tomb; The Saviour hath passed through its por- tal be fore thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide thro' the gloom. A-men. 1 THOU art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portal before thee, And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee, 3 Thou art gone to the grave and, its mansion forsaking, 4 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, Reginald Heber, 1818 1 GE Ꮐ ENTLE Shepherd, Thou hast stilled Ah, how peaceful, pale and mild, In the narrow bed he's sleeping, 2 In this world of care and pain, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave him; To the sunny, heavenly plain Thou dost now with joy receive him; Clothed in robes of spotless white, 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we Where he lives may soon be living, That his heavenly food are giving; Though Thou take what most we love. Johann W. Meinhold, 1835; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858 |