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ORD Jesus Christ, true Man, true God,
Who hast alone the winepress trod,
And we must wrestle, Lord, with death,
And help us in our hour of need.
Help us to wait until Thou wilt
HRIST will gather in His own,
To the place where He is gone,
Where our life is hid on high.
Enter thine eternal home;”
3 Had He asked us, well we know
“ O spare this blow !” Yes, with streaming tears should pray,
Lord, we love him, let him stay." 4 But the Lord doth nought amiss ;
And, since He hath ordered this,
Rest in silence on His will.
Ah! was all too inly dear :
pass over thee?
ARK River of Death, that art flowing
Between the bright city and me; Thou boundest the path I am going
O how shall I 2 When the cold stormy waters rise o'er me,
And earth disappears from my sight; When the cloud rises thickly before me,
And veils all my spirit in night; 3 O Death, thou last portion of sorrow, The prospect
of heaven is bright; And fair is the dawn of the morrow
But stormy and dreadful thy night! 4 O Thou who hast broken his power,
Death's Conqueror, Saviour of men !
O grant me deliverance then!
198 HOU Judge of quick and dead,
Before whose bar severe,
We all shall soon appear ;
For that tremendous day ;
and wait the hour,
Thou shalt from heaven come down,
To judge the human race,
With all Thy glorious grace.
To quicken holy fears,
Be sounding in our ears ;
Ye dead, the Judge is come !
And hear your instant doom !
Obedient to His word,
And looking for our Lord !
A lot among the blest,
An everlasting rest!
ARTH to earth, and dust to dust
Lord, we own the sentence just :
2 Like the seed in spring-time sown,
Like the leaves in autumn strown,
3 Yet the seed upraised again
Clothes with green the smiling plain;
4 Lord, from nature's gloomy night
Turn we to the Gospel's light:
HEN we pass through yonder river,
When we reach the further shore;
We shall see our foes no more :
Followed by eternal peace.
Let us not repine at this :
All endear repose at last.
'Tis His people’s blest reward :
They at length behold their Lord :
VIS sweet to rest in lively hope
That, when my change shall come,
And waft my spirit home.
Behold Him and adore ;
And grieve and sin no more: