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* 395 “This God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even unto death." MfGUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 2mf Open now the crystal fountain,
Pilgrim through this barren land ; Whence the healing stream doth I am weak, (f) but Thou art mighty ; Let the fire and cloudy pillar [flow ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand : Lead me all my journey through : p Bread of heaven,
cres Strong Deliverer, [shield. cris Feed me till I want no more.
Be Thou still my strength and 3When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside ;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
i Songs of praises
"Now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the first-fruits of them
that slept. TAKE comfort, Christians, when 5 mf Then they who live shall changed be
In Jesus fall asleep; [your friends And they who sleep shall wake ; Their better being never ends ;
The graves shall yield their ancient Why then dejected weep?
And earth's foundations shake. Inf Why inconsolable, as those
To whom no hope is given ? 6 f The saints of God, from death set free, O Death is the messenger of peace
With joy shall mount on high ; Fcres And calls the soul to heaven. The heavenly hosts, with praises loud, Enf As Jesus died, and rose again
Shall meet thuin in the sky.
7 mf Together to their Father's house ces So His disciples rise, and reign
With joyful hearts they go, f With tieir triumphant Head.
And dwell for ever with the Lord, mf The time draws nigh, when from
Beyond the reach of woe. the clouds
8 mf A few short years of evil past, Christ shall with shouts descend, We reach the happy shore, f And the last trumpet's awful voice p Where death-divided friends at last The heavens and earth shall rend. fires Shall meet to part no more. Amen.
I P ASLEEP in Jesus! blesséd sleep, 3 mf Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest,
From which none ever wakes to weep, Whose waking is supremely blest A calm and undisturbed repose,
No fear, no woe shall dim that hog Unbroken by the last of foes !
That manifests the Saviour's powe
2 p Asleep in Jesus ! oh, how sweet 4 p Asleep in Jesus ! (cres) oh, for me To be for such a slumber meet,
May such a blissful refuge de : mf With holy confidence to sing mf Securely shall my ashes lie,
That death hath lost its venomed sting! Waiting the summons from on hic
5 P Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be ; mf But thine is still a blessèd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep. Amen.
Rev. G. P. MERRICK, Mus.
398 "He that believeth in Me, though he we
were dead, yet shall he live." I P IT is not death to die,
3 mf It is not death to bear To leave this weary road,
The wrench that sets us free And, 'midst the brotherhood on high, From dungeon chains, to breathe the cres To be at home with God.
Of boundless liberty. [air 5:2 It is not death to close
4 mf It is not death to fling The eye long dimmed by tears,
Aside this sinful dust, ares And wake, in glorious repose cres And rise on strong, exulting wing, To spend eternal years.
To live among the just.
Thy chosen cannot die !
To reign with Thee on high. Amen.
399 “Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.”
Lo! they dwell with Christ above :
In the Saviour whom they love ! res They indeed are truly blest;
Now they see Him face to face, Jim From their labours then they rest. Him who saved them by His grace
3 mf'Tis enough, enough for ever ;
'Tis His people's bright reward ;
Shall be absent from the Lord :
wers of be er peace; guard the
WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice 3p “Thysting was sin, and conscious guilt-
'Twas this that armed thy dart ; When opening graves shall yield their The law gave sin its strength and force
And dust to life awake, [charge To pierce the sinner's heart; Those bodies that corrupted fell cres But God, whose name be ever blessed,
Disarms that foe we dread, elease: /w res Shall incorrupted rise ;
And mortal forms shall spring to life And makes us conquerors when we die, fImmortal in the skies.
f Through Christ our living Head." f Behold, what heavenly prophets sung 4 f Then steadfast let us still remain,
Is now at last fulfilled, [reign, Though dangers rise around, That death should yield his ancient And in the work prescribed by God And, vanquished, quit the field.
Yet more and more abound; ses Let Faith exalt her joyful voice, Assured that, though we labour now, And thus begin to sing :
We labour not in vain; [Lord, O Grave ! where is thy triumph now? But, through the grace of heaven'sgreat And where, O Death! thy sting? Th'eternal crown shall gain. Amen.
Ist to dust