WEEP not, mourn not o'er this bier,

Such death as this hath nought for fear; He died as dies a Christian man, And with his death true life began.

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2 Coffin and grave we deck with care,

His body reverently we bear;
It is not dead, but rests in God,
And softly sleeps beneath the sod.

3 It seems as all were over now,

The heavy limbs, the soulless brow :
Yet through these rigid limbs once more
A nobler life, ere long, shall pour.

4 God breathed into this house of clay

The spirit that hath passed away ;
Christ gave the true courageous mind,
The noble heart, ye no more find.

5 Now earth has hid it from our eyes

Till God shall bid it wake and rise,
Who ne'er the creature will forget
On whom His image He hath set.

6 Ah! would that promised day were come,

When Christ shall take us to our home :
Then shall He call, nor one be lost,
From earth and sea His buried host.


for war


RIEF life is here our portion,

Brief sorrow, short-lived care:
The life that knows no ending,

The tearless life is there.
2 O happy retribution-

Short toil, eternal rest!
For mortals and for sinners

A mansion with the blest!
3 Midst


that knows no limit,
And wisdom free from bound,
The Beatific Vision

Shall glad the saints around;

is needless;
And rest, for storm is past;
And goal from finished labour,

An anchorage at last.
5 There God, our King and Portion,

In fulness of His grace
Shall we behold for ever,

And worship face to face ! 210

ESUS died for us and rose again :

Therefore are our hopes no longer dim; Therefore know we that to die is gain,

For we sleep in Him. 2 Therefore father, mother, sister, brother,

Still are ours, for all are still the Lord's: Wherefore let us comfort one another

With these blessed words.




TERNAL Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea.
2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard

And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea.
3 Most Holy Spirit, who didst brood

Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace ;

O hear us when we cry to Thee

For those in peril on the sea. 4 O Trinity of love and power,

Our brethren's shield in danger's hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe'er they go:

Thus evermore shall rise to Thee

Glad hymns of praise from land and sea. 212

Psalm XLVI.
OD, our Hope and Strength abiding,

Soothes our dread, exceeding nigh:
Fear we not the world subsiding,
Roots of mountains heaving high,

Darkly heaving,
Where in Ocean's heart they lie.

2 Let them roar, his awful surges ;

Let them boil-each dark-brow'd hill Tremble, where the proud wave urges : Here is yet one quiet rill ;

Her calm waters,
Sion's joy, flow clear and still:
3 Joy of God's abode, the station

Where th' Eternal fixed His tent:-
God is there a strong salvation ;
On her place she towers unbent:

God will aid her
Ere the stars of Morn be spent.
Heathens rage,

dominions tremble,
God spake out, earth melts away:
God is where our hosts assemble,
Jacob's God, our Rock and Stay:

Come, behold Him
O'er the wide earth wars allay.
5 Come, behold God's work of wonder,

Scaring, wasting earth below;
How He knapped the spear in sunder,
How He brake the warrior's bow :

Wild war-chariots
Burn before Him, quenched as tow.
6 “ Silence-for th' Almighty know me;

“O’er the heathen throned am I,
“ Throned where earth must crouch below me"
Lord of hosts ! we know Thee nigh:

God of Jacob,
Thou art still our Rock on high !



Psalm xcix.
OD is King; the nations quiver ;

Cherub-throned ; the wide earth cowers : God in Sion, great


High o'er mortal thrones and towers ;

High and dreadful


this great Lord of ours.
2 They have owned Thy Name-'tis Holy,

Might of our all-glorious King:
Thou hast loved to right the lowly,
Equity on high to bring :

Truth and pureness,
At Thy word, in Israel spring.
3 Praise the Lord our God, and lowly

At the footstool of His feet Fall ye

down, for He is Holy:Who to call on God are meet?

Whose deep sighing Will His answering mercy greet ? 4 From His pillared cloud of brightness

Gently speaks He when we weep, If in truth and heart's uprightness We His love and law will keep.

God our Saviour ! Thy kind answer will not sleep. 214

REAT King of nations, hear our prayer,

while at Thy feet we fall, [call : And humbly, with united cry, to Thee for mercy The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine—o turn us not away,

[when we pray. But hear us from Thy lofty throne, and help us

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