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4 "Tis thy will that we should be
Separate from all around;
Let our will with thine agree;
Let thy people thus be found.
5 Let us bear each other's load;
Faithful to each other prove;
Till we gain the saints' abode;
Till we take our place above:
6 There to see without a cloud,
There with zeal untired to sing,
Mix with heaven's triumphant crowd,
And for ever praise our King.

5.5.5.11.

360. BEARING ONE Another's Burdens.

Yeoman's.

1 Come, let us arise, and press to the skies; The summons obey,

My friends, my beloved, and hasten away. 2 The Master of all for our service doth call, And deigns to approve,

With smiles of acceptance, our labour of

love.

3 His burden who bear, we alone can declare How easy his yoke,

While to love and good works we each other provoke ;

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4 By word and by deed, the bodies in need, The souls to relieve,

And freely as Jesus hath given to give. 5 Then let us attend our heavenly friend, In his members distrest,

By want, or affliction, or sickness opprest: 6 The pris❜ner relieve, the stranger receive ; Supply all their wants,

And spend and be spent in assisting his saints.

7 Thus while we bestow our moments below, Ourselves we forsake,

And refuge in Jesus's righteousness take. 8 His passion alone the foundation we own; And pardon we claim,

And eternal redemption, in Jesus's name.

361.

THE QUIET HAVEN.

Kenilworth.

1 Rejoice for a brother deceased,
Our loss is his infinite gain;
A soul out of prison released,
And free from its bodily chain;
With songs let us follow his flight,
And mount with his spirit above,
Escaped to the mansions of light,

And lodged in the Eden of love.

Ss.

2 Our brother the haven hath gained,
Out-flying the tempest and wind;
His rest he hath sooner obtained,
And left his companions behind,
Still tossed on a sea of distress,
Hard toiling to make the blest shore,
Where all is assurance and peace,

And sorrow and sin are no more.
3 There all the ship's company meet,
Who sailed with the Saviour beneath;
With shouting each other they greet,
And triumph o'er trouble and death:
The voyage of life's at an end,
The mortal affliction is past;
The age that in heaven they spend,
For ever and ever shall last.

362. THE MIDNIGHT CRY.

Waterbrook-Swabia-Poole.

1 Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master's joy.

The voice at midnight came;

He started up to hear:

A mortal arrow pierced his frame;
He fell, but felt no fear.

S. M. double.

2 At midnight came the cry,
"To meet thy God prepare!"

He woke, and caught his Captain's eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
His spirit with a bound

Left its encumbering clay:
His tent at sunrise on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.

3 The pains of death are past;
Labour and sorrow cease;

And, life's long warfare closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ;
And while eternal ages run,
Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

363.

I AM THE RESURRECTION AND
THE LIFE.

Howard-St. Stephen's-Stroudwater.

1 Ye that put on the heavenly crown,
And sing with seraphim;
Brethren in glory, bend ye down,
And aid our faltering hymn.

C. M.

2 Come let us praise the one Great Head, The self-same power to save;

Ye who in bliss are perfected,

And we beside the grave.

3 Glory to him who tasted death,
That we might life receive!
In him who hath a steadfast faith,

Though he were dead, shall live! 4 Glory to him who won the strife, And is gone up on high;

The Resurrection and the Life
In whom we never die!

5 Glory from us who think him long,
And for his coming wait;

And glory, from your palmy throng,
Within the pearly gate.

6 When wilt thou be at once adored
By one church, in one home?
Hasten the time; delay not, Lord;
Lord Jesus, quickly come.

364.

STRONG CONSOLATION.

Huddersfield-Bedford-Abbey.

C. M.

1 Why do we mourn departing friends?
Or shake at death's alarms?
"Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor should we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our love.

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