3 Not in mine innocence I trust; I bow before thee in the dust; And through my Saviour's blood alone I look for mercy at thy throne. 4 I leave the world without a tear, Save for the friends I held so dear; To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend, And to the friendless prove a friend. 5 I come, I come, at thy command, I give my spirit to thy hand;
Stretch forth thine everlasting arms, And shield me in the last alarms. 6 The hour of my departure's come, I hear the voice that calls me home: Now, O my God! let trouble cease; Now let thy servant die in peace.
FAREWELL TO TIME.
Morven-French-Solomon.
1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light: Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night.
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed,
My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid.
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode,
The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall reign with God.
4 The Father of eternal light
Shall there his beams display;
Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvaried day.
5 No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into my eyes;
Nor the meridian sun decline Amidst those brighter skies.
6 There all the millions of his saints Shall in one song unite,
And each the bliss of all shall view With infinite delight.
Old 143d-Kingsland.
1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.
315. THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL
Irregular. Anthem by Harwood (see No. 19, "Musical Times").
1 Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, Oh! the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper; angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears; Heaven opens to my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly; O Grave, where is thy victory? O Death, where is thy sting?
DEATHLESS PRINCIPLE, ARISE! Ebenezer-Bohn-Spanish Chant.
1 Deathless principle, arise; Soar, thou native of the skies.
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought, To his glorious likeness wrought, Go, to shine before his throne; Deck his mediatorial crown: Go, his triumphs to adorn; Made for God, to God return.
2 Lo, he beckons from on high! Fearless to his presence fly: Thine the merit of his blood; Thine the righteousness of God. Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow bend; Wait to catch the signal given, And escort thee quick to heaven.
3 Is thy earthly house distrest? Willing to retain her guest? 'Tis not thou, but she, must die: Fly, celestial tenant, fly.
Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, Sweetly breathe thyself away: Singing, to thy crown remove, Swift of wing, and fired with love.
4 Shudder not to pass the stream: Venture all thy care on him; Him, whose dying love and power Stilled its tossing, hushed its roar.
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