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HYMN

CLXIII.

O more to sigh, no more to weep,
Departed saints in Jesus sleep;

A voice from heaven declares them blest,
They ever from their labours rest.

In paradise of God they meet
Around their dear redeemer's feet;
Awaiting there the trump that all
Before the judgment seat shall call.

May we, most gracious Lord, hold fast Our heavenly hope while life shall last; Like them may we the faith maintain, And thine eternal kingdom gain.

To him with whom the blessed live
Let heaven and earth all glory give;
Let all that breathe the praise repeat
Of Father, Son, and Paraclete. Amen.

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HYMN

CLXIV.

WEET is the hour of closing day,
When all is peaceful and serene,
What time the sun's retiring ray
Sheds lustre o'er the passing scene.
So is the saint's departing hour,

When peacefully he sinks to rest;
And faith, enkindling all her power,
Lights up the languor of his breast.
There is a radiance in his eye,

A smile upon his wasted cheek,
That seems to tell of glory nigh,
In language that no tengue can speak.
A beam divine is sent to cheer
The heavenly pilgrim on his road;
And angels are attending near,

To bear him to the bright abode.

Who would not wish to die like those
Whom God's good Spirit thus has blest;
And sink into the sweet repose

Of them which sleep on Jesus' breast?
That we may, Lord, in peace depart,
Thy joy to share, thy face to see;
Imprefs thine image on our heart,
And teach us now to live to thee.

All power and wisdom, as is meet,
Be to the Father, and the Son,
And Holy Ghost the Paraclete;
One God while endless ages run.

Amen.

MOST

HYMN

CLXV.

OST gracious Lord, in all distress
A never failing aid,

In present depths of bitterness

On thee our hope is laid.

We know the wonders thou hast wrought On earth in days of old;

How thy right hand deliverance brought, And made the fearful bold.

Our fathers, when, by grief opprest,
To thee they humbly fled,

Were aye by thee with comfort blest,
And out of trouble led.

Their children at thy mercyseat
This day their sin confefs;
And, prostrate at thy sacred feet,
They own thy righteousness.

All glory to thy holy Name,
One God in Trinity,

To day, and yesterday, the same,
And everlastingly. Amen.

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HYMN

CLXVI.

HAT though the fig tree shall decay,
The vines all fruitless waste away,

The olive branch no fatness bear,

And vain appear the tiller's care;
Yet will we in the Lord rejoice,
And sing his love with thankful voice.

Though in the fold no sheep abound,
No oxen in the stalls be found;

Though dearth shall o'er green herb prevail,
And streams the water courses fail;

Yet will we in the Lord rejoice,

And sing his love with thankful voice.

Blest Father, who dost aye correct
In loving mercy thine elect,

The bruised reed who wilt not break,

Nor thine afflicted e'er forsake;

With Son and Holy Ghost, to thee

Thanksgiving, praise, and glory be. Amen.

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HYMN

CLXVII.

LL times, O Lord, thy mercy prove, Thy gifts all creatures share; The circling seasons, as they move,

Reveal thy constant care.

When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

The spring's glad influence was thine;
The season knew thy call:

Thou mad'st the summer suns to shine,

The summer dews to fall.

The hand unseen that works above
Matured the swelling grain;
And now the harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

All praise and glory, as is meet,

Be to the Father, Son,

And Holy Ghost the Paraclete,

Eternal Three in One. Amen.

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