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REQUIESCAT. P. M.
J. B. Dykes.
Now the lab'rer's task is o'er; Now the bat-tle-day is past; Now up on the far-ther shore
Fa-ther, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping,
W. A. TARBUTTON.
3 Beyond the rising and the setting, I 1145 "Lord, Tarry Not."
I shall be soon; 11 BEYOND the smiling and the weeping, Beyond the calming and the fretting, I I shall be soon; 11
Beyond remembering and forgetting, I Beyond the waking and the sleeping, |
I shall be soon. || - REF. Beyond the sowing and the reaping, 4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, I I shall be soon. ||
I shall be soon ; ||
Beyond the pulse's fever beating,
I shall be soon. 11 REF. 2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, I 5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, I I shall be soon; ||
I shall be soon; || Beyond the shining and the shading, | Beyond the rock-waste and the river, | Beyond the hoping and the dreading, Beyond the ever and the never, 1 I shall be soon. || - REF.
I shall be soon. II — REF.
When downward to the darksome tomb I thoughtful turn my eyes, Frail nature trembles at the gloom, And anxious fears a-rise.
in that word; 'Tis im-mor-tal - i
Y'et night-ly pitch my mov-ing tent
1147 "For Ever.”
So, Jesus ! let it be;
'Tis immortality. Here, in the body pent,
Absent from thee I roam :
A day's march nearer home. 2 My Father's house on high,
Home of my soul! how near, At times to faith's aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear! “For ever with the Lord !"
Father, if 't is thy will,
Ev'n here to me fulfill.
Shall rend the vail in twain,
And life eternal gain.
How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “For ever with the Lord !"
Comes to me o'er and o’er,-
Than e'er I've been before.
Where many mansions be;
Nearer the crystal sea.
Where burdens are laid down; Nearer to leave the heavy cross:
Nearer to gain the crown. But, lying dark between,
Winding down through the night, There rolls the deep and unknown stream
That leads at last to light.
Are slipping on the brink,
Nearer than now I think.
Strengthen my power of faith! Nor let me stand, at last, alone Upon the shore of death.
Phoebe Cary, alt.
En - ter thy
The voice at mid-night came; He
1150 The Pious Dead.
Who strove in Christ to live,
Our grateful hymn receive.
Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward,
And yearned for him to die. 2 Thy mystic members fit
To join thy saints above,
And fellowship of love.
With thee, their Lord, in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath
To suffer and to do. 3 For this thy name we bless,
And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness,
And live and die in thee.
And Spirit, ever blest,
Be endless praise addressed.
vic - tory won,
started up to hear; A
mor-tal ar-row pierced his frame; He fell, but felt
1149 Death of a Veteran.
Rest from thy loved employ:
Enter thy Master's joy!
He started up to hear;
He fell, but felt no fear.
“To meet thy God prepare!” He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
Left its encumbering clay:
A darkened ruin lay.
Labor and sorrow cease,
His soul is found in peace.
Praise be thy new employ; And, while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.
VOX ANGELICA. P. M.
J. B. DYKES.
Hark, hark, my soul! an - gel - ic songs are swell-ing O'er earth's green fields and
0-cean's wave-beat shore :
1151 “The New Life."
3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealHARK, hark, my soul! angelic songs are ing, swelling
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and O'er earth's green fields and ocean's
sea ; wave-beat shore:
And laden souls, by thousands meekly How sweet the truth those blessed strains
stealing, are telling
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
to thee. — REF. REF.— Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 4 Angels, sing on, your faithful watches
keeping, 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them Sing us sweet fragments of the songs singing,
[come; above; Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you Till morning's joy shall end the night of And through the dark, its echoes sweetly weeping, ringing,
And life's long shadows break in cloudThe music of the gospel leads us home.-REF. less love. — REF.
Frederick W. Faber.