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and dry these bitter tears,
Long since~ call thy wanderer home; To that dear home, safe in Thy wounded side, Where only broken hearts their sin and shame may
As for thee also, by the blood of thy covenant I have sent forth thy prisoners out of the pit wherein is no water. Zech, xi. 11.
AT length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid
Deep in thy darksome bed ;
, The dews of death have clung; The dull earth o’er Thee, and thy foes around, Thou sleep'st a silent corse, in funeral fetters wound.
Sleep’st Thou indeed ? or is thy spirit fled,
At large among the dead ?
Wake Abraham to rejoice,
controuls The thronging band of souls; That, as thy blood won earth, thine agony Might set the shadowy realm from sin and sorrow free.
Where'er Thou roam’st, one happy soul, we know,
Seen at thy side in woek,
With him and thee shall rest.
Watching thy patient smile,
Soon wilt Thou take us to thy tranquil bower
To rest one little hour, Till thine elect are number'd, and the grave
Call Thee to come and save :
k St. Luke xxiii. 43.
Then on thy bosom borne shall we descend,
Again with earth to blend, Earth all refin'd with bright supernal fires, Tinctur'd with holy blood, and wing'd with pure
Meanwhile with every son and saint of thine
Along the glorious line,
We'll hold communion sweet,
For helping us in thrall, For words of hope, and bright examples given To shew through moonless skies that there is light in
O come that day, when in this restless heart
Earth shall resign her part, When in the grave with Thee my limbs shall rest,
My soul with Thee be blest ! But stay, presumptuous—CHRIST with thee abides
In the rock's dreary sides : He from the stone will wring celestial dew If but the prisoner's heart be faithful found and true. When tears are spent, and thou art left alone
With ghosts of blessings gone,
In Jesus' burial shade;
Out of the rocky wall
Prisoner of Hope thou art look up and sing
In hope of promis'd spring.
Beside the desert way,
Even from that living grave,
1 Zechariah ix. 12. Turn ye to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope.
m Gen. xxxvii. 24. They took him and cast him into a pit, and the pit was empty, there was no water in it.
And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead ? He is not here, but is risen. St. Luke xxiv. 5, 6.
OH! day of days ! shall hearts set free
Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere
And week-days, following in their train,