Page images
PDF
EPUB
[blocks in formation]

VERSE 2

But such

VERSE 3

a tide

When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns

HE

Jeg

8:

as mov-ing seems a - sleep, Too full for sound and foam,

464

Sir Joseph Barnby, 1893

[graphic]

rall.

[blocks in formation]

home.

home.

[graphic]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][subsumed][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][subsumed][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][graphic][merged small][subsumed][subsumed][subsumed][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

5 When the heart is sad within
With the thought of all its sin,
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

3 When the solemn death-bell tolls
For our own departing souls,
When our final doom is near,
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.
4 Thou hast bowed the dying head,
Thou the blood of life hast shed,
Rev. Henry H. Milman, 1827: verse 3, lines 1, 2; line 4, of each verse, alt.

6 Thou the shame, the grief, hast known,
Though the sins were not Thine own;
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Jesus, Son of Mary, hear.

622 CONSOLATION 7.8.7.8.7.7.

1 Gentle Shop-herd, Thou hast stilled

254 bb 46

Ah, how peace - ful, pale, and mild,

And

[ocr errors]

no sigh of an-guish sore

[ocr errors]

3

2 In this world of care and pain,
Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it;
To the sunny, heavenly plain

Thou dost now with joy receive it;
Clothed in robes of spotless white,
Now it dwells with Thee in light.

[blocks in formation]

(See also MEINHOLD, No. 329)

Francis Cramer, 1879

balal

Heaves that little bos om more. A - MEN.

bed 'tis sleep - ing,

IRENE 7.7.7.5.

4 4

1 When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run,

Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we
Where it lives may soon be living,
And the lovely pastures see

That its heavenly food are giving; Then the gain of death we prove, Though Thou take what most we love.

Rev. Johann W. Meinhold, 1835. Trans. by Catherine Winkworth, 1858

Rev. Clement C. Scholefield, 1874

[ocr errors]
[graphic]
[ocr errors]
[blocks in formation]

2 There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried

By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.

3 There the sinful souls, that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Christ shall learn

o'er; Now the bat

624 (IRENE) 7.7.7.5.

1 When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run, Father, grant Thy wearied one Rest for evermore.

2 When the strife of sin is stilled, When the foe within is killed, Be Thy gracious word fulfilled,Peace for evermore.

3 When the heart by sorrow tried Feels at length its throbs subside.

[ocr errors][ocr errors]

bo

Father, in Thy gra-cious keep - ing Leave we now Thy serv-ant sleep

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

gg ing. A-MEN.

At His feet in Paradise. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.

4 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust,"
Calmly now the words we say;
Left behind, we wait in trust
For the resurrection-day.
Father, in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.

Rev. John Ellerton, 1871

Bring us, where all tears are dried, Joy for evermore.

4 When for vanished days we yearn,
Days that never can return,
Teach us in Thy love to learn
Love for evermore.

5 When the breath of life is flown, When the grave must claim its own, Lord of life, be ours Thy crown,

Life for evermore.

Rev. John Ellerton, 1870

625 REST (BRADBURY) L. M.

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

626 GOULD'S CHANT Irregular.

2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet

To be for such a slumber meet;
With holy confidence to sing
That death hath lost his venomed sting. Waiting the summons from on high.

4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be;
Securely shall my ashes lie,

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

William 3. Bradbury, 1843

[graphic]

Than I ever have been be- | fore;

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where the many | mansions | be; || Nearer the great white throne,

| Nearer the crystal | sea;

[ocr errors]

3 Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our | burdens | down; || Nearer leaving the cross,

| Nearer gaining the crown.

5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee
Thy kindred and their graves may be;
But thine is still a blessèd sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep.
Mrs. Margaret Mackay, 1832

John E. Gould, 1846

Telel

A-MEN.

ÉÉLI

4 But the waves of that silent sea Roll dark before my sight, I That brightly the other side

Break on a shore of light.

5 O if my mortal feet

Have almost gained the | brink, I If it be I am nearer home

Even to-day than I think,

6 Father, perfect my trust;

Let my spirit feel in death ||
That her feet are firmly set

On the rock of a | living | faith.
Phoebe Cary 1852 (Text of 1869)

For other Hymns on the Death of Christians, see 20, 24, 76, 493, 517, and under
THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS and THE LIFE EVERLASTING.

« PreviousContinue »