SPANISH HYMN. 6s & 5s. Fine. D. O. Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds stealing, Hark, hark, it seems to say, 1. List to the toll-ing bell, mourn-fully pealing,} As melt those sounds away, D. C. So earthly joys de cay, whilst new their feeling! 1. Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full ac-tiv 9:2 பப power; A Christian cannot die before his time; The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour. 9: 1162. 10s. M. 2. Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, Rest on thy sheaves; the harvest-task 4. Go to the grave-no; take thy seat above; is done; Come from the heat of battle, and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won. 8. Go to the grave; for there thy Saviour lay In death's embrace, ere He arose on high; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast per fect love, And open vision for the written word. MONTGOMERY. Scottish Melody. LORO. 6s & 5s. -4 1. When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever? When will peace wreath her chain BASIL. 85. 4 4 fernal! (Let me not, thou King e ter nal, En ter hell's do-mains in 1. Where is sorrow, where is sadness, Where is sorrow, where is mad-ness, D. C. Where despair is ev - er sighing, Where the worm is never 9:4 54 dy ing. 9: D. C. 7 High in heaven's own light she dwelleth; Full the song of tri-umph swelleth: 1168, 7s & 8s. 2. Pour not thou the bitter tear; But as one who always hopeth; 3. They who die in Christ are blest; Ours then be no thought of grieving; All their toils and troubles leaving; 1169. 7s & 8s.* DOANE. 1. JESUS lives! thy terrors now Omit the repeat. Better life will then commenceThis shall be my confidence. 2. Jesus lives! to Him the throne Over all the world is given: I shall go where He is gone, Live and reign with Him in heaven; God is pledged, weak doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence. 3. Jesus lives! I know full well, Nought from Him my heart can sever; 4. Jesus lives! henceforth is death Entrance into life immortal; Calmly I can yield my breath; Fearless tread the frowning portal; Thou, when faileth flesh and sense, Lord, wilt be my confidence! GERMAN TR. COX |