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3 So Jesus slept: God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed
the bed. Rest here, dear saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, 0 earth! his sovereign word; Restore thy trust, a glorious form:
He must ascend to meet his Lord. 366. STILL ONE IN CHRIST.
C.M. Salzbourg-Winchester Old-French. 1 Give dust to dust; and here we leave
The earthly seed to die;
And his hath soared on high, Hath joined the members glorified
The brethren in the sky. 3 Saviour, thy love unites us all,
The living and the dead; 'Tis but one body mystical,
And but one glorious Head. 4 Keep us in fellowship of soul
With the dear saint that's gone;
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.
C.M. 368. WEEP NOT FOR HIM.
double. Stuttgart-Tye--Woolwich Common. 1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear,
We will not weep for thee:
It is, that thou art free;
The tears of love restrain.
Could wish thee back again? 2 Triumphant in thy closing eye
The hope of glory shone;
To think the fight was won.
Sustained by grace divine.
And make our end like thine.
12s & 11s. 369.
O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING?
adaptations). 1 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will
not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass
The Saviour has passed through its portal
before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide
through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave! we no longer
behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world
by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to
enfold thee And sinners may hope, since the Sinless
has died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave! and, its
mansion forsaking, Perhaps thy weak spirit in fear lingered
long: But the sunshine of paradise beamed on
thy waking, And the sound which thou heardst, was
the seraphim's song. 4 Thou art gone to the grave! but 'twere
wrong to deplore thee, For God was thy ransom, thy guardian,
and guide: He gave thee, he took thee, and he will
restore thee; And death has no sting, for the Saviour
THE SAFETY AND HAPPINESS OF
C. M. St. Thomas'-Halifax or Abingdon--Crediton. 1 How glorious Zion's courts appear,
The city of our God!
Here fixed his loved abode.
No power shall e'er o'erthrow,
Against th' assailing foe.
The doors wide open fling;
The statutes of our king.
And dwell in perfect peace,
And trusted in his grace.
And banish all your fears;
Eternal as his years. 371.
THE GLORY OF THE CHURCH. 8.7.
Eighty-seventh Psalm-Mount Zion. 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God!