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chorale from the Cologne
by Rev. W
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;
Nor sink those stars in empty night;
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.
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.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone;
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,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
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,
And part is crossing now.
3 Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see, And faith beholds the dying here
And eager long for our release
4 I said sometimes with tears,
Ah me! I'm loath to die!
Sweet truth to me!
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.”
M Apace to death decline;
Sweet truth to me!
My Saviour see.
5 Then welcome, harmless grave!
By thee to heaven I'll go :
Sweet truth to me!
DEATH AND RESURRECTION. 153.
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,
“For ever with the Lord !”
9 That resurrection word, "Tis immortality.
That shout of victory, 2 Here in the body pent,
Once more, “For ever with the Lord !"
Amen-so let it be!
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?
"Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, My thirsty spirit faints
Or pierce to either pole.
The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
"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
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love! 6 “ For ever with the Lord!”
There is a death whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death! 7 So, when my latest breath
3 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
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,
When we mourn in sorrow drear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! 2 The race appointed I have run;
2 Thou our throbbing flesh hast worn,
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne,
Thou hast shed the human tear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear! 3 Not in mine innocence I trust;
3 When the solemn death-bell tolls
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear!
4 I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I hold so dear;
4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
5 I come, I come, at Thy command,
I give my spirit to Thy hand;
5 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin;
& 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;
All must moulder in the tomb.
Like the leaves in autumn strown,
Low these goodly frames must lie,
Clothes with green the smiling plain;
Lost for ever, when we die?
Turn we to the Gospel's light:
HYMNS OF HEAVEN.
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 Where saints immortal reign;
And pleasures banish pain.
And never-withering flowers
3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea;