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Arr. by SCHWING. Melody by S. A. HILL.

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Who, in God the Father's name,
With compassion, never ceasing,
Comes salvation to proclaim.

2 Lo! Jehovah, we adore Thee,
Thee, our Saviour; Thee, our God!
From His throne His beams of glory
Shine through all the world abroad.
3 Jesus, Thee our Saviour hailing,
Thee, our God, in praise we own;
Highest honors, never failing,
Rise eternal round Thy throne,

4 Now, ye saints, His power confessing,
In your grateful strains adore;
For His mercy, never ceasing,

Flows, and flows for evermore. Wm. Goode.

Arr. by SCHWING. Melody by HAVERGAL.

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The bright inheritance of saints,
Jerusalem above!

5 I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel tongues o'erpower.
6 "Forever with the Lord!"
Father, if 'tis Thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfil.

7 So, when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death, And life eternal gain.

8 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, "Forever with the Lord!"

James Montgomery. 1835.

Arr. by DR. LOWELL MASON, 1792-1872.

2 Then most we need the gentle Human Feeling That throbs with all our sorrows and our fears,

And that great Love Divine its light revealing In short bright flashes through a mist of tears.

3 Then most we need the Voice that while it weepeth

Yet hath a solemn undertone that saith"Weep not, thy darling is not dead, but sleepeth;

Only believe, for I have conquered death." 4 Then most we need the thoughts of Resurrection,

Not the life here, 'mid pain, and sin, and woe,

But ever in the fulness of perfection,

To walk with Him in robes as white as snow.

5 Didst Thou not enter in when that cold sleeper

Lay still, with pulseless heart and leaden

eyes,

Put calmly forth each loud tumultuous weeper, And take her by the hand and bid her rise? 6 Come to us, Saviour! in our lone dejection, Speak calmly to our wild and helpless grief, Bring us the hopes and thoughts of Resurrection,

Bring us the comfort of a true Belief. 7 Come! with that Human Voice that breaks in weeping,

Come! with that awful Tenderness Divine, Come! tell us that they are not dead but sleeping,

But gone before to Thee, for they are Thine. Cecil Frances Alexander.

2 The Lord will come,-but not the same As once in lowly form He came,

A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruised, the suff'ring and the dead.

3 The Lord will come,-a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings and wings of wind, Appointed Judge of human kind.

4 Can this be He, who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway,

By power oppressed, and mocked by pride? O God! is this the Crucified?

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WINCHESTER. L. M.

1 He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour, reigns,
Praise Him in evangelic strains:
Let the whole earth in songs rejoice,
And distant islands join their voice.

2 Deep are His counsels and unknown,
But grace and truth support His throne;
Though gloomy clouds His way surround,
Justice is their eternal ground.

3 In robes of judgment, lo! He comes,
Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs;
Before Him burns devouring fire,
The mountains melt, the seas retire.
4 His enemies, with sore dismay,
Fly from the sight and shun the day;
Then lift your heads, ye saints, on high,
And sing, for your redemption's nigh.

Isaac Watts. GERMAN, 1690.

1 When shades of night around us close,
And weary limbs in sleep repose,
The faithful soul awake may be,
And longing, sigh, O Lord, for Thee.
2 Thou true Desire of nations, hear:
Thou Word of God, Thou Saviour dear,
In pity heed our humble cries,
And bid at length the fallen rise.
3 O come, Redeemer, come and free
Thine own from guilt and misery;
The gates of heaven again unfold,
Which Adam's sin had closed of old.
Latin Hymn.-Hymns A & M.

35 ALPHEGE. 78 & 65.

REV. H. J. GAUNTLETT. 1806-1876.