But thy spirit, brother, soars away
Among the faithful blest, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.
And when the Lord shall summon us
Whom thou now hast left behind,
May we, untainted by the world,
As sure a welcome find;
May each, like thee, depart in peace,
To be a glorious, happy guest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
RIDE ON IN MAJESTY
RIDE on! ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die ;
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquer'd sin !
Ride on ! ride on in majesty !
The winged armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.
Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die ;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power, and reign!
Faith is their fix'd unswerving root,
Hope their unfading flower,
Fair deeds of charity their fruit,
The glory of their bower.
The dew of heaven is like thy grace.
It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favor'd place
By richest fruits is known.
One Name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.
The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display:
But in the gentler breeze we find
Thy spirit's viewless way.
Two worlds are ours: 't is only sin
Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within, Plain as the sea and sky.
Thou, who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere.
I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting, where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies:
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee :
In life and death, O Lord, abide with me!
"LO, WE HAVE LEFT ALL"
JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee; Destitute, despis'd, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought and hop'd and known, Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own!
Let the world despise and leave me,
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me ;
Thou art not, like man, untrue;
And, while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends may shun me :
Show thy face, and all is bright.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain !
In thy service pain is pleasure;
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have call'd thee Abba, Father;
I have stay'd my heart on thee: Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me.
Man may trouble and distress me,
'T will but drive me to thy breast;
Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Oh, 't is not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me! Oh, 't were not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmix'd with thee!
Take, my soul, thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
What a Father's smile is thine;
What a Saviour died to win thee:
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer ;
Heaven's eternal day 's before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise !
THERE is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine,.
Reserv'd for all the heirs of grace:
Oh, be that refuge mine!
The least and feeblest there may hide
Uninjur'd and unaw’d;
While thousands fall on every side,
He rests secure in God.
The angels watch him on his way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
He feeds in pastures large and fair
Of love and truth divine;
O child of God, O glory's heir,
How rich a lot is thine !
A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honor'd life, a peaceful end,
And heaven to crown it all!
GIVING TO GOD
O LORD of heaven, and earth, and sea !
To thee all praise and glory be ;
How shall we show our love to thee,
Who givest all - who givest all?
The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare;
When harvests ripen, thou art there,
Who givest all-who givest all.
For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe thee thankfulness and praise,
Who givest all— who givest all.
For souls redeem'd, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
What can to thee, O Lord! be given,
Who givest all who givest all?
We lose what on ourselves we spend,
We have, as treasures without end,
Whatever, Lord, to thee we lend,
Who givest all who givest all.
Whatever, Lord, we lend to thee,
Repaid a thousand-fold will be;
Then gladly will we give to thee,
Who givest all- - who givest all.
I WAS a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll'd.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I lov'd afar to roam.
The Shepherd sought his sheep; The Father sought his child; They follow'd ine o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild.
They found me nigh to death,
Famish'd, and faint, and lone ;
They bound me with the bands of love;
They sav'd the wandering one.
They spoke in tender love,
They rais'd my drooping head;
They gently clos'd my bleeding wounds,
My fainting soul they fed.
They wash'd my filth away,
They made me clean and fair;
They brought me to my home in peace,
The long-sought wanderer.
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