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1153 "De shall Live Also."
JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appall us:
Jesus lives! and this we know,
Thou, O Grave, canst not enthrall us.
2 Jesus lives: henceforth is death
But the gate of life immortal;
This shall calm our trembling breath,
When we pass its gloomy portal.

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1154 Death of a Little Child.

TENDER Shepherd, thou hast stilled
Now thy little lamb's brief weeping:
Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild

In its narrow bed 't is sleeping!
And no sigh of anguish sore
Heaves that little bosom more.

H. J. GAUNTLETT.

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3 Jesus lives: our hearts know well
Naught from us his love shall sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell
Tear us from his keeping ever.

4 Jesus lives: to him the throne
Over all the world is given:
May we go where he is gone,
Rest and reign with him in heaven.

Frances E. Cox, tr.

A. S. SULLIVAN.

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2 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living, And the lovely pastures see

That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we prove, Though thou take what most we love.

Catherine Winkworth, tr.

LEOMINSTER. S. M. D. Slowly.

REFRAIN.

A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest A-sleep with-in the tomb:

Then, O my Lord, pre-pare My soul for that great day; Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins a

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3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more:- REF.

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4 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:— - REF.
5 'Tis but a ttle while
And he shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with him may reign:-REF.

Horatius Bonar.

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It is not death to die- To leave this weary road, And 'mid the broth-er-hood on high, To be at home with God.

J. E. SWEETSER.

4 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust,

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And rise, on strong exulting wing, To live among the just.

From dungeon chain,- to breathe the air Of boundless liberty.

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die;

Like thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with thee on high.

G. W. Bethune.

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Let no tears to-day be shed, Holy is

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Burial of a Child.

LET no tears to-day be shed,
Holy is this narrow bed. Alleluia!
2 Death eternal life bestows,
Open heaven's portal throws. Alleluia!
3 Not salvation hardly won,

Not the meed of race well run: Alleluia!

4 But the pity of the Lord

Gives his child a full reward: Alleluia!

TAPHOS. P. M.

1158"all in Jesus Sleeping."

sorrow;

SLEEP thy last sleep, free from care and
[morrow;
Rest, where none weep, till the eternal
Though dark waves roll o'er the silent
river,

Thy fainting soul Jesus can deliver.
2 Life's dream is past, all its sin, its sadness;
Brightly at last dawns a day of gladness.

"THY WILL BE DONE."-Chant.

Close. Thy will be done!

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5 Grants the prize without the course;
Crowns, without the battle's force. Alleluia!
6 God, who loveth innocence,
Hastes to take his darling hence. Alleluia!
7 Christ, when this sad life is done,
Join us to thy little one. Alleluia !
8 And in thine own tender love,

Bring us to the ranks above. Alleluia! Amen.

Richard F. Littledale, tr.

J. BARNBY.

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En Bereavement.

I "THY will be done!" || In devious way The hurrying stream of | life may run; || Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, "Thy will be done."

2 "Thy will be | done!" || If o'er us shine A gladdening and a prosperous | sun, || This prayer will make it more divine "Thy will be done!"

3 "Thy will be done!" || Though shrouded o'er Our path with gloom, || one comfort one || Is ours: to breathe, while we adore, | "Thy will be done." I

John Bowring.

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Under thy sod, earth, receive our treasure,
To rest in God, waiting all his pleasure.
3 Though we may mourn those in life the
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They shall return, Christ, when thou ap-
Soon shall thy voice comfort those now
weeping,
Bidding rejoice all in Jesus sleeping.

Edward A. Dayman.

LOWELL MASON.

D. C.

RUTHERFORD. P. M.

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2 Oh, Christ! he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above; There to an ocean fullness

46 'Emmanuel's Land."

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THE sands of time are sinking;

The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight;
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory-glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

His mercy doth expand, And glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

at hand, And glory-glory dwell-eth In Immanuel's land.

3 With mercy and with judgment
My web of time he wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustered by his love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,

wakes. Dark, dark hath been the mid- night; But

I'll bless the heart that planned, When throned where glory dwelleth, In Immanuel's land.

C. D'URBAN.

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1161 "is House of Wine."
OH, Christ, he is the fountain,

The deep, sweet well of love! The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above: There to an ocean fullness

His mercy doth expand, And glory-glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, I am my Belovéd's,
And my Belovéd's mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into his "house of wine!"
I stand upon his merit,

I know no other stand,
Not ev'n where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

3 The bride eyes not her garment, But her dear Bridegroom's face; I will not gaze at glory,

But on my King of Grace-
Not at the crown he giveth,
But on his piercéd hand-
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel's land.

Mrs. Anne R. Cousin.

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