X.

JUDGMENT.

CLXXV.

LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows,
On this thy day, in this thine house;
And own, as grateful sacrifice,

The songs which from the desert rise

Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love:
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our labouring souls aspire
With ardent hope and strong desire.

No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor death, shall reach that place;
No tears shall mingle with the songs
That warble from immortal tongues.

No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,—
But sacred, high, eternal noon.

O long expected day, begin;

Dawn on these realms of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
And sleep in death, to rest with God.

CLXXVI.

BROTHER, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrow is unknown;
From the burthen of the flesh,

And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er, And borne the heavy load,

But Christ hath taught thy languid feet
To reach his blest abode.

Thou'rt sleeping now, like Lazarus
Upon his Father's breast,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

Sin can never taint thee now,

Nor doubt thy faith assail,
Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ

And the Holy Spirit fail.

And there thou'rt sure to meet the good, Whom on earth thou lovedst best, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.

"Earth to earth," and "Dust to dust,"
The solemn priest hath said,
So we lay the turf above thee now,
And we seal thy narrow bed:
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 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 guest,

Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.

CLXXVII.

ZION -Jehovah is her strength!
Secure, she smiles at all her foes;

And weary travellers at length
Within her sacred walls repose.

R