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Edward J. Hopkins, 1887

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O Lord, have wan - dered

2 Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks
Where the brown lichen whitens, and the fox
Watches the straggler from the scattered flocks;
But evening brings us home.

us home.

3 We have been wounded by the hunter's darts;
Our eyes are very heavy, and our hearts
Search for Thy coming: when the light departs
At evening, bring us home.

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4 The darkness gathers; through the gloom no star
Rises to guide us; we have wandered far;
Without Thy lamp we know not where we are:
At evening bring us home.

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5 The clouds are round us, and the snow-drifts thicken;
O Thou, dear Shepherd, leave us not to sicken
In the waste night; our tardy footsteps quicken:
At evening bring us home.

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Sir John Skelton (1831-1897)

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The Resurrection of the Body: Death and Burial 616 WAKEFIELD 7.6.7.7.6.

William W. Gilchrist, 1895

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2 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore,
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

3 A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way,
And we shall reach the endless rest,
The eternal Sabbath-day:

(See also CHALVEY, No. 679)

George William Martin, 1862: har. by Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1874

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O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins

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for that great day;

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Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day; O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away.

4 'Tis but a little while,
And He shall come again
Who died that we might live, who lives
That we with Him may reign:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that glad day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1844

619 REST (STAINER) 8.8.8.8.8.8.

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1 The saints of God! Their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last,

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No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord:

O happy saints! for ev

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er blest, At Jesus' feet how safe your rest!

Sir John Stainer, 1875

No more their weary course they run,
No more they faint, no more they fall,
No foes oppress, no fears appal:

O happy saints! for ever blest,
In that dear home how sweet your rest!

2 The saints of God! Their wanderings 4 The saints of God their vigil keep

done,

While yet their mortal bodies sleep,
Till from the dust they too shall rise
And soar triumphant to the skies:

O happy saints! rejoice and sing;
He quickly comes, your Lord and
King.

3 The saints of God! Life's voyage o'er,
Safe landed on that blissful shore,
No stormy tempests now they dread,
No roaring billows lift their head:

O happy saints! for ever blest,
In that calm haven of your rest!

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5 O God of saints, to Thee we cry;
O Saviour, plead for us on high;
O Holy Ghost, our Guide and Friend,
Grant us Thy grace till life shall end;
That with all saints our rest may be
In that bright Paradise with Thee.
Archbishop William D. Maclagan, 1870

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