127. LORD, shall Thy children come to Thee? A boon of love divine we seek : Brought to Thine arms in infancy, Ere hearts could feel, or tongues could speak, The children pray for grace, that they May come themselves to Thee this day. Lord, shall we come, and come again? The wine pour'd out, the broken bread; Lord, shall we come, come yet again? When life and death and time are o'er, 0 128. SAVIOUR of the faithful dead! With whom Thy servants dwell, Though cold and green the turf is spread No more we cling to mortal clay, We doubt and fear no more; When, soon or late, this feeble breath When, clothed in fleshly weeds again, Judge of the world! bethink Thee then, ALMIGHTY MAKER of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to Thy praise. My days are shorter than a span, A little point my life appears: How frail, at best, is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! Oh! be a nobler portion mine! My God! I bow before Thy throne: Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on Thee alone. 130. GOD, Thy grace and blessing give To us who on Thy Name attend, That we this mortal life may live Regardful of our journey's end. Teach us to know that JESUS died And rose again, our souls to save; Teach us to take Him as our Guide, Our Help from childhood to the grave. Then shall not death with terror come, But welcome as a bidden guest; The herald of a better home, The messenger of peace and rest. And when the awful signs appear Of judgment, and the throne above, Our hearts still fix'd, we shall not fear; God is our trust, and God is Love. |