1 OUR sins, alas! how strong they are! And, like a raging flood,

They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And force us from our God.

2 The waves of trouble-how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

3 There to fulfill his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our wingéd zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing, and tell The wonders of his grace,

Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts, And smile in every face.

5 For ever his dear, sacred name Shall dwell upon our tongue,

And Jesus and salvation be

The close of every song.

And death, the last of all his foes,
Lie vanquished at his feet.

3 Then, though the grave my flesh devour, And hold me for its prey,

I know my sleeping dust shall rise
On the last judgment-day.

4 I, in my flesh, shall see my God,
When he on earth shall stand;
I shall with all his saints ascend
To dwell at his right hand.

5 Then shall he wipe all tears away,
And hush the rising groan;

And pains and sighs and griefs and fears Shall ever be unknown.

"Them also which sleep in Jesus."

1275. 1 Thess. 4: 14-17.

1 As Jesus died and rose again,
Victorious, from the dead;
So his disciples rise, and reign
With their triumphant Head.

2 The time draws nigh, when, from the clouds,

Christ shall with shouts descend; And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend.

3 Then they who live shall changéd be, And they who sleep shall wake; The graves shall yield their ancient charge,

And earth's foundation shake.

4 The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high;
The heavenly host with praises loud
Shall meet them in the sky.

5 Together to their Father's house
With joyful hearts they go:
And dwell for ever with the Lord,
Beyond the reach of woe.

1456.

1 WHEN Our heads are bowed with woe; When our bitter tears o'erflow; When we mourn the lost, the dear,

Gracious Saviour, hear!

2 Thou our feeble flesh hast worn;
Thou our mortal griefs hast borne;
Thou hast shed the human tear:
Gracious Saviour, hear!

3 When the heart is sad within,
With the thought of all its sin;
When the spirit shrinks with fear,
Gracious Saviour, hear!

Thou the shame, the grief, hast known;
Though the sins were not thine own,
Thou hast deigned their load to bear;
Gracious Saviour, hear!

5 When our eyes grow dim in death;
When we heave the parting breath;
When our solemn doom is near,
Gracious Saviour, hear!

6 Thou hast bowed the dying head;
Thou the blood of life hast shed;
Thou hast filled a mortal bier:
Gracious Saviour, hear!

1 LORD of mercy and of might,
Of mankind the life and light,
Maker, Teacher, Infinite-
Jesus, hear and save!

2 Strong Creator, Saviour mild,
Humbled to a little child,
Captive, beaten, bound, reviled-
Jesus, hear and save!

3 Borne aloft on angels' wings,
Throned above celestial things,
Lord of lords, and King of kings-
Jesus, hear and save!

4 Soon to come to earth again,
Judge of angels and of men,
Hear us now, and hear us then;
Jesus, hear and save!

"The Comforter, which is the Iloly
Ghost."-John 14: 26.

1 HOLY GHOST, the Infinite!
Shine upon our nature's night
With thy blesséd inward light,
Comforter Divine!

2 We are sinful: cleanse us, Lord;
We are faint; thy strength afford;
Lost-until by thee restored,
Comforter Divine!

3 Like the dew, thy peace distill;
Guide, subdue our wayward will,
Things of Christ unfolding still,
Comforter Divine!

4 In us, for us, intercede,
And, with voiceless groaning, plead
Our unutterable need,

Comforter Divine!

5 In us "Abba, Father," cryEarnest of our bliss on high, Seal of immortality

Comforter Divine!

6 Search for us the depths of God;
Bear us up the starry road,
To the height of thine abode,
Comforter Divine!

938.

"Saviour, comfort me."
1 IN the dark and cloudy day,
When earth's riches flee away,
And the last hope will not stay,
Saviour, comfort me!

2 When the secret idol's gone
That my poor heart yearned upon-
Desolate, bereft, alone,
Saviour, comfort me!

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried,
In the darkness crucified,
Bid me in thy love confide!
Saviour, comfort me!

4 Comfort me; I am cast down;
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown;
I deserve it all, I own:
Saviour, comfort me!

5 So it shall be good for me
Much afflicted now to be,
If thou wilt but tenderly,
Saviour, comfort me!