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3 That meek, that languid eye,
Turns from Himself away ; Invites the trernbling sinner nigh,
And bids him stay.
4 Stay with Him near the Tree,
Stay with Him near the Tomb; Stay till the risen Lord you see,
Stay “till He come."
1 RESTING from His work to-day
In the tomb the Saviour lay ;
Late at even there was seen
3 So with Thee, till life shall end,
I would solemn vigil spend ;
4 Myrrh and spices will I bring,
True affection's offering ;
The Sabbath rest
grave art keeping !
Past is all Thy weeping!
The strife is o'er,
Nought hurts Thee more,
Bore our sins unnumber'd.
Thou awful tomb,
Once filled with gloom!
Slept the Saviour lowly !
How calm and blest
The dead now rest
O lead us Thou,
To rest e'en now,
O Blessèd Rock!
Soon grant Thy flock
V. Strauss. C. Winkworth. (tr.)
IN the tomb behold He lies
Who the dead awaketh :
Of sweet rest partaketh.
Of Death's narrow dwelling;
Of His praise is telling.
Vainly Death detain Him:
What shall then restrain Him?
Who the mountains rendeth,
A. T. Russell.
1 All is o'er ; the pain, the sorrow,
Human taunts, and fiendish spite ;
Of the prey he grasps to-night;
Close and still the cell that holds Him,
While in brief repose He lies ;
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes:
3 Fierce and deadly was the anguish
Which on yonder Cross He bore;
Till the toil of death was o’er !
4 All night long, with plaintive voicing,
Chant His requiem soft and low;
From to-morrow's harps shall flow :
2 Hymns of praise then let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly King,
3 But the pain which He endured
Our salvation hath procured ;
Sons of men and angels say:
Love's redeeming work is done,