2 Among the mists we stumbled, and the rocks 3 We have been wounded by the hunter's darts; 4 The darkness gathers; through the gloom no star 5 The clouds are round us, and the snow-drifts thicken; Sir John Skelton (1831-1897) 615 LYTE S. M. The Forgiveness of Sins John B. Wilkes, 1861 1 Far from my heaven - ly home, Far from my Father's breast, Faint - ing I 0:4 4 A-long the star - ry road. A-MEN. Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Pub lication and Sabbath-School Work 2 No, no, it is not dying Heaven's citizen to be; 3 No, no, it is not dying The favor of thy Lord." 4 No, no, it is not dying The Shepherd's voice to know: 5 No, no, it is not dying Rev. H. A. César Malan, 1832. Trans. by Rev. Robinson P. Dunn, 1852 617 (GREENWOOD) S. M. 1 It is not death to die, To leave this weary road, And midst the brotherhood on high 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, 3 It is not death to bear From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty. 4 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong exulting wing, 5 Jesus, Thou Prince of Life, Thy chosen cannot die: Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, Rev. H. A. César Malan, 1832. Trans. by Rev. George W. Bethune, 1847 618 LEOMINSTER S. M. D. George William Martin, 1862: har. by Sir Arthur Sullivan, 1874 4 1 A few more years shall roll, A few more sea And we shall be with those that rest A - sleep with - in the tomb: O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins 2 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, (See also CHALVEY, No. 679) And we shall be where tempests cease, 3 A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way, And we shall reach the endless rest, Then, O my Lord, prepare 4 'Tis but a little while, And He shall come again Who died that we might live, who lives Rev. Horatius Bonar, 1844 619 REST (STAINER) 8.8.8.8.8.8. Sir John Stainer, 1875 41 54 1 The saints of God! Their conflict past, And life's long battle won at last, 254 4 bb No more they need the shield or sword, They cast them down before their Lord: 2 The saints of God! Their wanderings 4 The saints of God their vigil keep done, No more their weary course they run, O happy saints! for ever blest, In that dear home how sweet your rest! 3 The saints of God! Life's voyage o'er, While yet their mortal bodies sleep, O happy saints! rejoice and sing; 5 O God of saints, to Thee we cry; |