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4

5

Our times are in Thy hand,-
Why should we doubt or fear?
A Father's hand will never cause
His child a needless tear.

Our times are in Thy hand,—
Jesus the crucified;

The hand our many sins have pierced,
Is now our Guard and Guide.

Our times are in Thy hand,-
We'll always trust in Thee,
Till we have left this weary land,
And all Thy glory see.

392

1 Peter v. 7.

C.M.

ORD, it belongs not to my care,
Whether I die or live;

To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

2 If life be long, I will be glad,
That I may long obey;

If short, yet why should I be sad
To soar to endless day?

BAXTER.

3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before;

He that into God's kingdom comes,

Must enter by His door.

4 Come, Lord, when grace has made me meet Thy blessed face to see;

For if Thy work on earth be sweet,
What will Thy glory be?

5 My knowledge of that life is small,
The eye of faith is dim;

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

393 John xvi. 16.

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D.6.6.8.6.

FEW more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come;

And we shall be with those who rest,
Asleep within the tomb.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day:

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

A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time,

And we shall need no sun to light
Our far serener clime.

A few more Sabbaths here,

Shall cheer us on our way;

And we shall reach the endless rest,

The eternal Sabbath-day.

'Tis but "a little while,"

And He shall come again,

BONAR.

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!

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1

Rev. xxi. 2.

JERUSALEM, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me;

When shall my labours have an end,

In joy, and peace, and thee?

C.M.

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls, And pearly gates behold,

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

4 Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee:
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

395

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2 Tim. ii. 3.

YAPTAIN and Saviour of the host
Of Christian chivalry;

We bless Thee for our comrade true,

Now summoned up to Thee.

We bless Thee for his every step

In faithful following Thee;

And for his good fight fought so well,
And crowned with victory.

D.C.M.

› We thank Thee that the way-worn sleeps The sleep in Jesus blessed;

The purified and ransomed soul
Hath entered into rest.

We bless Thee that his humble love
Hath met with such regard :

We bless Thee for his blessedness,
And for his rich reward.

396

Luke xii. 34.

L.M.

1 ORD, Thou hast called Thy servant home: He now has yielded up his trust;

His body, in the silent tomb,

Must moulder with its kindred dust. 2 Earth claims his earthly part again : His spirit mounts to yonder skies; And, with the loudest of the train That harp their Saviour's praises, vies. 3 We bless Thy name, Thou King of saints, That Thou such bright rewards hast given; O, when our wearied spirit faints, Refresh us with a glimpse of heaven.

1

2

SE

MONTGOMERY.

NERVANT of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,-

Enter Thy Master's joy.

The pains of death are past;

Labour and sorrow cease;

Life's work and warfare closed at last,
Thy soul is found in peace.

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Soldier of Christ, well done!
Praise be thy new employ;

And while eternal ages run,

Rest in thy Saviour's joy.

398

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Eph. iii. 15.

IVE dust to dust: and here we leave
U The earthly seed to die;

That so this mortal may receive

Its immortality.

2 Saviour, Thy love unites us all,—
The living and the dead;
'Tis but one body mystical,
And but one glorious Head.

3 Keep us in fellowship of soul

With the dear saint that's gone;
Make us in worship, service, love,
Like those before the throne.

4 And now to Him who conquered death,
United praise be given;

Amidst the parting tears of earth,
The welcome-palms of heaven!

THE peace which God alone reveals,
And by His word of grace imparts,

Which only the believer feels,-
Direct, and keep, and cheer our hearts.

320

C.M.

L.M.