An infant, in its cradle-bed, Rocked with the softest lullabies, O Soul, return thou to thy God! FAITH-LIFE. (GLAUBENSLEBEN.) CAN aught bring higher blessedness, Aught purer joy afford, Than life entire to consecrate In faith, unto The Lord! Within His Presence close we stand, As though our eyes beheld His Face: E'en when the lips in silence rest His Spirit strengthens us anew When all around is still : That Blessed Grace is all our own; Like children sporting at His Feet, And when His children weary grow, There, hidden safely, shall we sleep Throughout the still, deep night, Until His wakening Call is heard, In glorious Morning-Light. "I ABIDE EVER WITH THEE." ("ICH BLEIBE STETS BEI DIR.") JESUS, with Thee I would abide, Yes, I abide with Thee, my Lord; In joy and sorrow I would be Thine own for ever-closely bound— For Time and for Eternity. I listen for Thy Signal Voice To call me from this world away : Ready is he to die, whose soul Hath clung to Thee throughout life's day. Stay with me, Lord, upon this earth :— And the night's coming draweth on. Laying Thy Hand of blessing Love, Say, "Child, thy faith-life here is o'er :Now shalt thou enter Life above!" side Stay with me then-still by my As one that travelleth to his Home. E |