3 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his name.
4 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;
His loving kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
5 Blest is the man, O Lord,
Who stays himself on thee;
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.
Death and Deliverance.
1 AND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
I soon shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the ransomed saints above,
And find my long-sought rest;
That only bliss for which I pant
In the Redeemer's breast.
2 In hope of that immortal crown,
I now the cross sustain,
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain;
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.
3 O, what has Jesus bought for me?
Before my ravished eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise;
I see a host of brethren bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
4 O, what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet?
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain,
Take life or friends away,
But let me find my friends again
In that eternal day.
1 ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with angel steps
The path which reaches heaven.
2 O, half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere
To give to heaven a shining one,
Who walked an angel here.
3 Alone our Father's will
One thought hath reconciled, --
That he whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home his child.
4 Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and thee.
5 Still let her mild rebukings stand
Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.
741. L. M.
Asleep in Jesus.
1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep!
From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the dread of foes.
2 Asleep in Jesus! O, how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing
That Death has lost his venomed sting.
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woes, shall dim that hour
Which manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! O, for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,
And wait the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious hiding-place; On India's plains or Lapland's snows Believers find the same repose.
6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blesséd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
Rest on the Bosom of God.
1 CALM on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E'en while with us thy footsteps trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its place on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.
3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers,
Whence thy meek smile is gone;
But, O! a brighter home than ours,
In heaven, is now thine own.
Blessed are they who mourn.
1 DEEM not that they are blest alone
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God who loves our race has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.
2 The light of smiles shall beam again
From lids that now o'erflow with tears,
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are earnests of serener years.
3 O, there are days of hope and rest
For every dark and troubled night, And grief may bide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with morning light. 4 And ye, who o'er a friend's low bier Now shed the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to your arms again.
1 FARE thee well, thou fondly cherished;
Dear, dear spirit, fare thee well;
He who lent thee hath recalled thee,
Back with Him and his to dwell.
2 Like a sunbeam, through our dwelling
Shone thy presence, bright and calm;
Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;
To our sorrows thou wert balm.
3 Yet while mourning, O, our lost one!
Come no visions of despair!
Seated on thy tomb, Faith's angel
Saith thou art not, art not, there.
4 Where, then, art thou? With the Saviour, Blest, forever blest to be;
'Mid the sinless little children,
Who have heard his "Come to me."
5 Passed the shades of Death's dark valley,
Thou art leaning on his breast,
Where the wicked may not enter,
And the weary are at rest.
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