3 Our hearts are faint with sorrow, Give us Thy peace. "Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off."Isa. xxxiii. 17. Rutherford, 473.] 7.6. [MRS. COUSIN. 339 THE sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for, In Immanuel's land. 2 The King there, in His beauty, It were a well-spent journey, 3 O Christ, He is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; 4 With mercy and with judgment, 5 The bride eyes not her garments, But on the King of grace; Funeral. "Some are fallen asleep."-1 Cor. xv. 6. Requiem, 492.] 340 2 4.6. SLEEP thy last sleep, [E. A. DAYMAN. Free from care and sorrow; Rest where none weep Till th' eternal morrow; Though dark waves roll O'er the silent river, Thy fainting soul Jesus can deliver. Life's dream is past, All its sin and sadness, Brightly at last Dawns a day of gladness; Under the sod, Earth, receive our treasure, To rest in God, Waiting all His pleasure. "All live unto Him." -Luke xx. 38. Rest, 477.] L.M. 6 lines. [J. ELLERTON. 341 GOD of the living, in whose eyes, Unveiled Thy whole creation lies; All souls are Thine; we must not say That those are dead who pass away; From this our world of flesh set free, We know them living unto Thee. 2 Released from earthly toil and strife, With Thee is hidden still their life; Thine are their thoughts, their works, their powers, All Thine, and yet most truly ours; 3 Not spilt like water on the ground, Not dead, but living unto Thee. 4 Thy word is true, Thy will is just; That none might fear that world to see, Save us from death, the death of sin; INDEX. Abide among us with Thy grace A few more years shall roll. All things praise Thee-Lord Most High And dost Thou fast, and may I feast As helpless as a child who clings As with gladness men of old HYMN . 222 . 298 817 245 2 158 259 75 13 295 201 At even, ere the sun was set Awake, awake, O Zion Bear Thou my burden, Thou who bear'st my 110 Behold the Eternal King and Priest Behold the Lamb of God!. Be known to us in breaking bread Birds have their quiet nest Bless'd are the pure in heart Blessed Jesus, at Thy word Blessed Lord, Thy servants see Bread of the world, in mercy broken. . 184 251 238 107 . 78 159 166 77 . 185 12 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire Come, let us anew Our journey pursue 42 200 . 310 279 Come, my soul, thou must be waking 289 49 |