These, who well the fight sustained,
Triumph by the Lamb have gained.
These are they whose hearts were riven,
Sore with woe and anguish tried,
Who in prayer full oft have striven
With the God they glorified;
Now, their painful conflict o'er,
God has bid them weep no more.
These, the Almighty contemplating
Did as priests before Him stand,
Soul and body always waiting
Day and night at His command:
Now in God's most holy place
Blest they stand before His face. Amen.
Sweet 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 Jesu, be our Light.
The day is done, 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 Jesu, be our Light.
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 Jesu, be our Light.
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 Jesu, be our Light.
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 Jesu, be our Light.
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 Jesu, be our light. Amen.
There is a blessed Home
Beyond this land of woe,
Where trials never come,
Nor tears of sorrow flow;
Where faith is lost in sight,
And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light
Its glory throws around.
There is a land of peace,
Good angels know it well;
Glad songs that never cease
Within its portals swell;
Around its glorious Throne
Ten thousand saints adore
Christ, with the Father One,
And Spirit, evermore :
O joy all joys beyond,
To see the Lamb Who died,
And count each sacred wound
In hands, and feet, and side;
To give to Him the praise
Of every triumph won,
And sing through endless days
The great things He hath done.
Look up, ye saints of God,
Nor fear to tread below
The path your Saviour trod
Of daily toil and woe;
Wait but a little while
In uncomplaining love,
His own most gracious smile
Shall welcome you above.
No more of strife! no more of pain!
The Lord of life has risen again!
Uplift ye all the joyful strain;
The fear of death upon Him fell,
But by that death he conquered hell;
Let earth and heaven His praise forth tell;
He lay in death's dark prison free,
His flesh might no corruption see;
Sing out the song of jubilee;
His soul in that great day of rest
Preached to the spirits of the blest;
And Paradise His Name confessed;
On that third morn triumphantly
He rose in glorious majesty !
O hymn we then His victory;
The reign of hell and death is o'er,
He holds the keys for evermore;
Oh then your songs of praise outpour;
Lord, by Thy wounds we call on Thee,
So from death's power to set us free,
That all our life thanksgiving be;
Alleluia! Amen.
Around the throne of God a band
Of bright and glorious angels stand,
Sweet harps within their hands they hold,
And on their heads are crowns of gold.
Some wait around Him, ready still
To sing His praise and do His will;
And some, when He commands them, go
To guard His servants here below.
Lord, give Thine angels every day
Command to guide us on our way,
And bid them every evening keep
Their watch around us while we sleep.
So shall no wicked thing draw near
To do us harm or cause us fear;
And we shall dwell, when life is past,
With angels round Thy throne at last.
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, angelic host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen.
O God, unseen, yet ever near,
Thy presence may we feel;
And thus, inspired with holy fear,
Before Thine altar kneel.
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