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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

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Fa-ther, in thy gracious keeping Leave we now thy servant sleeping,

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home!

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 ; ||
REF.— Love, rest and home! Sweet home! Beyond the farewell and the greeting, I

Beyond the pulse's fever beating,
Lord, tarry not, but come.

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.

Horatius Bonar.

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When downward to the darksome tomb I thoughtful turn my eyes, Frail nature trembles at the gloom, And anxious fears a-rise.

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1147 "For Ever.”
“For ever with the Lord !"

So, Jesus ! let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word;

'Tis immortality. Here, in the body pent,

Absent from thee I roam :
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

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,
The promise of thy gracious word

Ev'n here to me fulfill.
3 So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the vail in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain.
Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, “For ever with the Lord !"

James Montgomery.

1148 "Nearer.”
ONE sweetly solemn thought

Comes to me o'er and o’er,-
Nearer my home, to-day, am I

Than e'er I've been before.
Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be;
Nearer to-day the great white throne,

Nearer the crystal sea.
2 Nearer the bound of life,

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.
3 Ev'n now, perchance, my feet

Are slipping on the brink,
And I, to-day, am nearer home,-

Nearer than now I think.
Father, perfect my trust!

Strengthen my power of faith! Nor let me stand, at last, alone Upon the shore of death.

Phoebe Cary, alt.

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The voice at mid-night came; He

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1150 The Pious Dead.
For all thy saints, O Lord,

Who strove in Christ to live,
Who followed him, obeyed, adored,

Our grateful hymn receive.
For all thy saints, O God,

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,
In one unmixed communion knit,

And fellowship of love.
They all, in life and death,

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.
To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit, ever blest,
The One in Three, the Three in One,

Be endless praise addressed.

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mor-tal ar-row pierced his frame; He fell, but felt

1149 Death of a Veteran.
SERVANT of God, well done!

Rest from thy loved employ:
The battle fought, the victory won,

Enter thy Master's joy!
The voice at midnight came;

He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame;

He fell, but felt no fear.
2 At midnight came the cry,

“To meet thy God prepare!” He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;

Then, strong in faith and prayer,
His spirit with a bound

Left its encumbering clay:
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground

A darkened ruin lay.
3 The pains of death are past,

Labor and sorrow cease,
And life's long warfare closed at last,

His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ, well done!

Praise be thy new employ; And, while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

James Montgomery.

Richard Mant.

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 :

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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.

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