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 th' eternal love 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 thine earthly house distrest;
Willing to detain its guest?
'Tis not thou, but it, 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 Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar:
Safe is the expanded wave,
Gentle as a summer's eve:
Not one object of His care
Ever suffer'd shipwreck there. 5. See the haven full in view,
Love Divine shall bear thee through:
Trust to that propitious gale;
Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail!
Saints, in glory perfect made,
Wait thy passage through the shade:
Ardent for thy coming o'er,
See, they throng the blissful shore!
6. Mount, their transports to improve;
Join the longing choir above:
Swiftly to their wish be given;
Kindle higher joy in heaven!—
Such the prospects that arise
To the dying Christian's eyes:
Such the glorious vista Faith
Opens through the shades of death!
THE LORD IS RISEN. Words and Music by Kelly. (Luke xxiv. 34.) 1. "THE LORD is risen indeed!"
And are the tidings true?
"Yes: we beheld the Saviour bleed,
And saw him living too.”
2. "The Lord is risen indeed:"
He lives to die no more:
He lives his people's cause to plead,
Whose guilt and curse he bore.
3. “The Lord is risen indeed :”
Attending angels hear;
And to the courts of heaven, with speed, The joyful tidings bear. 4. Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord:
Join all the bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.
5. "THE LORD is risen indeed :
Then Justice asks no more:
Mercy and truth are now agreed,
Which stood opposed before.
6. "The Lord is risen indeed:"
Then is His work perform'd :
The captive exile now is freed,
Death of his power disarm'd.
7. "The Lord is risen indeed:
Then hell hath lost his
With Him shall rise the ransom'd seed,
To reign in endless day!
CONSOLATION IN CHRIST.
By Conder. (Music, as Psalm 137th Mel. Sac.)
1. WHEN, in the hours of lonely woe,
I give my sorrows leave to flow;
And anxious fear, and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust:
When not ev❜n friendship's gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world hath made;
O, this shall check each rising sigh,
That JESUS is for ever nigh!
2. His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are:
And he shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown his work of grace.
JESUS! in whom but thee above
Can I repose my trust,-my love?
And shall an earthly object be
Loved in comparison of Thee?
3. My flesh is hastening to decay;
Soon shall this world have pass'd away?
And what can mortal friends avail,
When heart and strength and life shall fail?
But, Oh! be thou, my Saviour, nigh,
And I will triumph while I die:
My strength, my portion, is Divine,
And Jesus is for ever mine!
By Grahame. (Air as 16th Psalm: Mel. Sac.) 1. UPON my father's new-closed grave Deep lay the winter's snow ; Green, now, the grass waves o'er his head, And tall the tomb-weeds grow.
2. Along life's road no parent's hand
My homeless footsteps led;
No mother's arm in sickness sooth'd,
Nor raised my throbbing head.
3. But other hearts, Lord! thou hast warm'd With tenderness benign;
And in the stranger's eye I mark
The tear of pity shine.
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