CHORAL SONG. P. M. 9 1. Come, let us all awake, Sing, every one; Let every voice partake, Join in our song; 2. Thanks to our God on high, Sing endless praise; Thanks for his watchful eye, Guiding our ways. Our grateful notes of praise, O Lord, to thee we raise, Spirit of truth and grace, Lord,hear our song. Thanks for his holy word, Pointing to Jesus' blood, Sealing our peace with God, To endless days. 8 Down from his Father's throne, He came, and bled, and died- Jesus, to thee we come, In childhood's early bloom, O, lead us safely home To realms of light. 4 Then let us all awake, Let every voice partake, Glory to Jesus' name! 10 NO PARTING THERE. S. M. J. W. D. 1. And may I still get there? Still reach the heavenly shore? The land for-ev - er bright and fair, Cho. There'll be no parting there, There'll be no parting there; In heaven alone no sorrow's known, 2 Shall I, unworthy I, parting there. To fear and doubting given, Mount up at last and happy fly, On angel's wings to heaven? There'll, &c. 3 Hail, love divine and pure! Hail, mercy from the skies! My hopes are bright and now secure, Upborne by faith I rise. There'll, &c. 4 I part with earth and sin, And shout the danger's past; My Saviour takes me fully in, 10 Death of a Teacher. 1 Weep, little children, weep, For those that loved to see his face, 2 Yet all whom once he taught To sit at Jesus' feet, And seek the blessedness he sought, 3 Grieve, brother teachers, grieve: know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still; Jesus weeps, he weeps and loves me still. 2 I have long withstood his grace; 8 Now incline me to repent; 4 Kindled his relentings are; Me he now delights to spare; 5 There for me the Saviour stands; Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands. God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still; God is love, &c. The melody of this interesting and popular tune is here restored to the form in which it was originally sung. In this form it was performed to the words "Oh, sing to me of heaven," by the Court Street Sabbath School, Binghampton, N. Y., at the funeral of Miss Juliaette Clark, daughter of Rev. H. R. Clark; and also at the funeral of Miss E. S. Mattison, daughter of the compiler of Sacred Melodies, June 22d, 1854. 13 "OH, SING TO ME OF HEAVEN," Concluded. No Sorrow there. S. M. 1 Oh, sing to me of heaven, 2 When cold and sluggish drops 3 When the last moments come, To catch the bright seraphic gleam 4 Then to my raptured ear, Let one sweet song be given; 5 Then close my sightless eyes, 6 Then round my senseless clay Assemble those I love, And sing of heaven, delightful heaven, My glorious home above. [Mrs. Dana.] 13 |