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THE ELDER BROTHER.

YES, for me, for me he careth
With a brother's tender care;
Yes, with me, with me he shareth
Every burden, every fear.

Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth, Ceaseless watcheth, night and day: Yes, even me, even me he snatcheth From the perils of the way.

Yes, for me he standeth pleading,
At the mercy-seat above;

Ever for me interceding,

Constant in untiring love.

Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth
Joys unearthly, love and light;
And to cover me he spreadeth

His paternal wing of might.

THE ELDER BROTHER.

Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;—
I in him, and he in me!
And my empty soul he filleth,
Here and through eternity.

Thus I wait for his returning,
Singing all the way to heaven;
Such the joyful song of morning,
Such the tranquil song of even.

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LIFE FROM THE DEAD.

SPIRIT of everlasting grace,

Infinite source of life, come down, These tombs unlock, these dead upraise, Thy glorious power and love make known.

Breathe o'er this valley of the dead,

Send forth thy quickening might abroad, Till, rising from their tombs, they spread, In full array, the host of God!

Thy heritage lies desolate,

And all thy pleasant places mourn;

O look upon our low estate,

In loving kindness, Lord, return!

Now let thy glory be revealed,

Now let thy presence with us rest ;— O heal us, and we shall be healed!

O bless us, and we shall be blest!

EVER NEAR.

I CLOSE my heavy eye,—
Saviour ever near!

I lift my soul on high

Through the darkness drear.

Be thou my light, I cry,

Saviour ever dear!

I feel thine arms around,

Saviour, ever near!

With thee let me be found,

So shall I never fear,

Whatever ill abounds ;

Saviour, ever dear!

Thine is the day and night,

Saviour, ever near; Thine is the dark and light,

Be thou my covert here;

O shield me with thy might,

Saviour, ever dear!

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IT IS FINISHED.

And when I come to die,

Saviour, ever near,

Receive my parting sigh:

And, in the hour of fear,

Be to my spirit nigh,

Saviour, ever dear!

IT IS FINISHED.

BLESSED be God, our God!

Who gave for us his well-beloved Son,

His gift of gifts, all other gifts in one. Blessed be God, our God!

What will he not bestow?

Who freely gave this mighty gift, unbought,

Unmerited, unheeded and unsought,

What will he not bestow?

He spared not His Son!

'Tis this that silences each rising fear,

'Tis this that bids the hard thought disappear, He spared not His Son!

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