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chorale from the Cologne

by Rev. W

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I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 4 Thus star by star declines

Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. Till all are passed away, 3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still

As morning high and higher shines

To pure and perfect day;
Will lead me on

Nor sink those stars in empty night;
O’er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

They hide themselves in heaven's own light. The night is gone, And with the morn those angel-faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. | 151. Tune-Old 81st, 182. D.C.M.

Of whom the whole family in heaven and earth 150. . Tune-Lacca, 238.

is named."

6,6,8,6,8,8. *Here we have no continuing city, but we seek one

1 MOME, let us join our friends above to come."

That have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle-wings of love 1 TRIEND after friend departs ;

To joy celestial rise.
T Who hath not lost a friend?

Let all the saints terrestrial sing
There is no union here of hearts,

With those to glory gone;
That finds not here an end:
Were this frail world our only rest,

For all the servants of our King,

In earth and heaven, are one. Living or dying, none were blest. 2 Beyond the flight of time,

2 One family, we dwell in Him, Beyond this vale of death,

One Church, above, beneath,
There surely is some blessed clime,

Though now divided by the stream,
Where life is not a breath,

The narrow stream of death.
Nor life's affections transient fire,

One army of the living God, Whose sparks fly upwards to expire.

At his command we bow;

Part of His host hath crossed the flood,
There is a world above,

And part is crossing now.
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,

3 Our old companions in distress
Formed for the good alone;

We haste again to see, And faith beholds the dying here

And eager long for our release

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4 I said sometimes with tears,

Ah me! I'm loath to die!
Lord, silence Thou these fears;
My life's with Thee on high.

Sweet truth to me!
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.

152. Tune-Resurrection, 232. 6,6,6,6,8,8. I know that my Redeemer liveth:.... whom I shall

see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold.
,1 M Y life's a shade, my days

M Apace to death decline;
My Lord is life, He'll raise
My dust again, even mine.

Sweet truth to me!
I shall arise,
And with these eyes

My Saviour see.
2 My peaceful grave shall keep
My bones till that sweet day;
I wake from my long sleep,
And leave my bed of clay.

5 Then welcome, harmless grave!

By thee to heaven I'll go :
My Lord His death shall save
Me from the flames below.

Sweet truth to me!
I shall arise,
And with these eyes
My Saviour see.

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Tune-Franconia, 195. S.M. | 8 Knowing as I am known, And so shall we ever be with the Lord.

How shall I love that word, 1“ TOR ever with the Lord!”

And oft repeat before the throne,
T Amen—80 let it be!

“For ever with the Lord !”
Life from the dead is in that word-

9 That resurrection word, "Tis immortality.

That shout of victory, 2 Here in the body pent,

Once more, “For ever with the Lord !"
Absent from Him I roam;

Amen-so let it be!
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

154. Tune-St. Augustine, 209. D.S.M 3 My Father's house on high,

"Let us labour, therefore, to enter into that rest." Home of my soul, how near,

1 WHERE shall rest be found, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,

U Rest for the weary soul?
Thy golden gates appear!

"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, My thirsty spirit faints

Or pierce to either pole.
To reach the land I love,

The world can never give
The bright inheritance of saints,

The bliss for which we sigh;
Jerusalem above.

"Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die. 5 I hear at morn and even, At noon and midnight hour,

2 Beyond this vale of tears
The choral harmonies of heaven

There is a life above,
Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.

Unmeasured by the flight of years,

And all that life is love! 6 “ For ever with the Lord!”

There is a death whose pang
Father, if 'tis Thy will,

Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Tbe proinise of that faithful word

O what eternal horrors hang
Even here to me fulfil.

Around the second death! 7 So, when my latest breath

3 Lord God of truth and grace,
Shall rend the veil in twain,

Teach us that death to shun;
By death I shall escape from death,

Lest we be banished from Thy face,

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155. Tune-Notker, 29.

L.M. | 156. Tune-Redhead No. 47, 279 7,7,7,7. The time of my departure is at hand. I have fought 1 “We have not an high priest which cannot be touched a good fight.

with the feeling of our infirmities." 1 MHE hour of my departure's come:

1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, 1 I hear the voice that calls me home:

W When our bitter tears o'erflow,
At last, O Lord ! let trouble cease,

When we mourn in sorrow drear,
And let Thy servant die in peace.

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! 2 The race appointed I have run;

2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
The combat's o'er, the prize is won;

Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
And now my witness is on high,

Thou hast shed the human tear;
And now my record's in the sky,

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! 3 Not in mine innocence I trust;

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls
I bow before Thee in the dust;

For our own departing souls,
And through my Saviour's blood alone

When our final doom is near,
I look for mercy at Thy throne.

Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

4 I leave the world without a tear,

Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a friend.

4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,

Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Thou hast filled a mortal bier;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

5 I come, I come, at Thy command,

I give my spirit to Thy hand;
Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.

5 When the heart is sad within

With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!

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& Thou the shame, the grief, hast known

Though the sins were not Thine own, Thou hast deigned their load to bear; Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!


Tano-Presburg, 284. 6 line 7s. Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." 1 TARTH to earth, and dust to dust,

U Lord, we own the sentence just;
Head and tongue, and hand and heart,
All in guilt have borne their part;
Righteous is the common doom,

All must moulder in the tomb.
2 Like the seed in spring-time sown,

Like the leaves in autumn strown,

Low these goodly frames must lie,
All our pomp and glory die;
Soon the spoiler seeks his prey,
Soon he bears us all away.
3 Yet the seed, upraised again,

Clothes with green the smiling plain;
Onward as the seasons move,
Leaves and blossoms deck the grove;
And shall we forgotten lie,

Lost for ever, when we die?
4 Lord, from nature's gloomy night,

Turn we to the Gospel's light:
Thou didst triumph o'er the grave,
Thou wilt all Thy people save;
Ransomed by Thy blood, the just
Rise immortal from the dust.


Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.


Tano–Moravia, 126. C.M. “And there shall be no more curse;....and there

shall be no night there."
1 MHERE is a land of pure delight,

1 Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-withering flowers

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood

Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.

4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea;

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