The foe behind, the deep before, Our hosts have dared and past the sea: And Pharaoh's warriors strew the shore, And Israel's ransomed tribes are free. Lift up, lift up your voices now! Happy morrow, Into peace and mirth! Love descending O'er the earth! Seals assuring, Watch His earthly prison. Seals are shattered, Guards are scattered, Christ hath risen! No longer must the mourners weep, Now once more Eden's door Open stands to mortal eyes; For Christ hath risen and men shall rise: Now at last, Old things past, Hope and joy and peace begin: For Christ hath won, and man shall win. It is not exile, rest on high : It is not sadness, peace from strife: To dwell with Christ is better life. Where our banner leads us, 189 FOR THOSE AT SEA. Eternal Father, strong to save, P. M. Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bid'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh hear us when we cry to Thee O Christ, Whose voice the waters heard Most Holy Spirit, Who didst brood O Trinity of love and power, Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. THE END. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A royal diadem adorns Abide with me, fast falls the eventide . All people that on earth do dwell All praise to Thee, my God, this night At the Lamb's high feast we sing Before Jehovah's awful throne Bread of Heaven, on Thee we feed Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Christ is our corner-stone Christ the Lord is risen to day Christ, Whose glory fills the skies Christians, brethren, ere we part Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 50 157 88 Come, let us join our cheerful songs Come, praise the Lord, come praise Him Father! by Thy love and power Father of Heaven! whose love profound 58 62 Father, whate'er of earthly bliss Glorious things of thee are spoken Go to dark Gethsemane God is gone up on high God moves in a mysterious way Hail the day that sees Him rise Hail, Thou once despised Jesus Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes Hark, the herald angels sing Hark, the song of Jubilee Have mercy, Lord, on me Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty How are Thy servants blest, O Lord In token that thou shalt not fear Jerusalem, my happy home. Jesu, the very thought is sweet Jesus Name of wondrous love Jesus shall reign where'er the Sun |