4 0 Trinity of love and power,
Our brethren shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

FUNERAL HYMNS.

"That which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die." 1 Cor. xv. 36.

Lutzen, 119.]

76.76.76.76. [SPITTA, tr. by C. WINKWORTH

236 THE precious seed of weeping

To-day we sow once more,

The form of one now sleeping,
Whose pilgrimage is o'er.
Ah! death but safely lands him
Where we too would attain;
Our Father's voice demands him,
And death to him is gain.

2 He has what we are wanting,
He sees what we believe;
The sins on earth so haunting
Have there no power to grieve;
Safe in his Saviour's keeping,
Who sent him calm release ;
'Tis only we are weeping-
He dwells in perfect peace.

3 The crown of life he weareth,
He bears the shining palm,
The "Holy, Holy" shareth,
And joins the angels' psalm;

But we poor pilgrims wander
Still through this land of woe,
Till we shall meet him yonder,
And all his joy shall know.

"It is sown a natural body: it is raised a spiritual body."

Coveney, 355.]

237 YE

1 Cor. xv. 44.

C.M.

E principalities and powers
That never tasted death,

[G. RAWSON

Witness from your high heavenly towers
Our act of Christian faith.

2 Though tears will fall and hearts are stirred,
We know in whom we trust;
And, confident in His sure word,
We bear the "dust to dust.'

3 We sow this seed in earth to die,
In the great Master's name:
Type of decay and vanity,

In weakness and in shame.

4 It shall arise a holy shrine
Of glory, beauty, might-
Fit for a spirit made divine,—
All purity, all light.

5 Thanks be to God, there is no death
For all that trust His word;
Thanks be to God for victory,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

A Grace.

"He was known of them in breaking of bread."

St Peter, 332.]

Luke xxiv. 31.

C.M.

[J. MONTGOMERY.

238 BE known to us in breaking bread,

And do not then depart;

Saviour, abide with us, and spread
Thy table in our heart.

Siloam, 352.
Sutton, 429.

Evening Hymn.

"The Lord is my light."--Ps. xxvii. 1.

239 SW

WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go; Thy word into our minds instil; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will. Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

2 The day is gone, its hours have run,

And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways,
True absolution and release;

And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

Through life's long day and death's dark night, O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,

And simple hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like Thee.

Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

5 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;
And care is light, for Thou hast cared:
Ah! never let our works be soiled
With strife, or by deceit ensnared.
Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call;

O let Thy mercy make us glad:
Thou art our Jesus, and our All.

Through life's long day and death's dark night,
O gentle Jesus, be our Light.

Worship.

"In His temple doth every one speak of His glory."--Ps. xxix. 9.

Neander, 460.]

240

GOD

OD is in His temple,
The Almighty Father!

Round His footstool let us gather:

Him with adoration

Serve, the Lord most holy,
Who hath mercy on the lowly.
Let us raise
Hymns of praise,

For His great salvation :-
God is in His temple!

Christ comes to His temple:
We, His word receiving,
Are made happy in believing.
Lo! from sin delivered!

He hath turned our sadness,

Our deep gloom to light and gladness!
Let us raise

Hymns of praise,

For our bonds are severed :—
Christ comes to His temple!

Come, and claim Thy temple,
Gracious Holy Spirit!

In our hearts Thy home inherit :—
Make in us Thy dwelling;

Thy high work fulfilling,
Into ours Thy will instilling;