FUNERAL HYMN WILLIAM WALSHAM HOWE, 1864 For all the saints who from their labors rest, Alleluia. Thou wast their rock, their fortress and their might: Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight; Thou in the darkness dread, the one true Light. Alleluia. O may thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold, O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle; they in glory shine; Alleluia. And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, The golden evening brightens in the west; Alleluia. But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; Alleluia. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast, Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host, Singing to the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Alleluia, Amen. OUR MASTER JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, 1866 Immortal Love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, We may not climb the heavenly steeps But warm, sweet, tender, even yet And faith has still its Olivet And love its Galilee. The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers are said The last low whispers of the dead Are burdened with His name. Our Lord and Master of us all! We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS SABINE BARING-GOULD, 1867 Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus See his banners go. At the sound of triumph Hell's foundations quiver At the shout of praise; Brothers lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise. Like a mighty army Moves the church of God; Brethren, we are treading Where the saints have trod; We are not divided, All one body, we, One in hope and doctrine, One in charity. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the church of Jesus Constant will remain; Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that church prevail; We have Christ's own promise, Onward, then, ye people! PILGRIM'S SONG BERNARD S. INGEMANN, 1825 Translated by Sabine Baring-Gould, 1867 Thro' the night of doubt and sorrow Marching to the promised land. Clear before us through the darkness Gleams and burns the guiding light; Brother clasps the hand of brother, Stepping fearless through the night. One the light of God's own presence One the faith which never tires, One the strain that lips of thousands Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, CHILD'S EVENING HYMN SABINE BARING-GOULD, 1868 Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Steal across the sky. Now the darkness gathers, Birds and beasts and flowers Soon will be asleep. Jesus give the weary Calm and sweet repose, With thy tenderest blessing Grant to little children Comfort every sufferer |