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130.

HAPPY soul, thy days are ended,
All thy mourning days below;
Go, by angel guards attended,
To the throne of JESUS go.

Waiting to receive thy spirit

Lo! the SAVIOUR stands above; Claims the purchase of His merit, Reaches forth the crown of love.

Struggle through thy latest passion, To thy dear REDEEMER's breast, To His uttermost salvation,

To His everlasting rest.

For the joy He sets before thee,
Bear a momentary pain;

Die, to live a life of glory,

Suffer, with thy LORD to reign.

131.

PARTING Soul the flood awaits thee,
And the billows round thee roar;
Yet look on, the crystal city

Stands on yon celestial shore:

There are crowns, and thrones of glory,
There the living waters glide,
There the just in shining raiment,
Wander by Emmanuel's side.

Linger not, the stream is narrow,

Though its cold, dark waters rise;
He Who pass'd the flood before thee
Guides thy path to yonder skies;
There are sounds of angels hymning,
Waiting for thy ravish'd ear;
See the walls and golden portals
Through the mist of death appear.

Soon will end this painful sojourn,
Sin will fetter thee no more;
This corruption be forsaken,

Triumph won, and weeping o'er ;
Through the fears that hover round thee
Smiles of hope serenely shine;
There's not one remains behind thee,

But would change his lot for thine.

132.

FAREWELL, thou vase of splendour,
I need thy light no more;
No brilliance dost thou render
The world to which I soar.

Nor sun nor moonbeam brightens
Those regions with a ray,
But God Himself enlightens
Their one eternal day.

Farewell, sweet nature, waving
With fruits and flowerets fair,
Of these but little craving

I ask what thou canst spare ;

Only an earthly pillow

To bear my death-cold head, And the turf and drooping willow To deck my lowly bed.

The world to which I'm going

Has fairer fruit than thine,

Life's rivers ever flowing,

And skies that ever shine.

Farewell, each dearest union
That blest my earthly hours,
We yet shall hold communion
In everlasting bowers.

The love that seems forsaken
When friends in death depart,
In Heaven again shall waken
And repossess the heart.

The harps of Heaven steal o'er me,
I see the jasper wall,
JESUS, Who pass'd before me

And God the Judge of all!

So sang the parting spirit,

While round flowed many a tear,

Then left this world to inherit
Her rest in yonder sphere.

All Saints' Day or for the Festival of any Saint or Martyr.

133.

WHAT more befits the Church's name,
Than to uphold the saintly fame

Of those, who in their SAVIOUR's might,
Fought for His sake the Christian fight.

Through perils they, and toil and strife,
Held fast the way, the truth, the life;
Weighed heavenly gain with earthly loss,
And chose and bore their SAVIOUR'S cross.

Taught by Thy Church, be ours, O GOD,
To tread the path Thy servants trod;
Ourselves with Thine elect acquaint,
And love the Master in the saint.

All blessing, honour, glory, power,
To Thee, Whom all Thy saints adore,
Thy Church on earth, Thy heavenly host,
Thee, FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.

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