1 HERE I find no rest, Still by pain opprest, And by sin distrest:

I am weary, weary.

Though this world be fair,
Sin is ever there,

And its guilt I share:

I am weary, weary.

2 Soon death's night will come;

Where is now the gloom

Of the silent tomb?

I am weary, weary.

Christ hath died to prove

God's amazing love.

O for life above!

I am weary, weary.

3 Why should I complain?
Jesus suffered pain,
And for me was slain:
I am weary, weary.
Now from heaven on high
He hath heard my sigh,
Marked my mournful cry:
I am weary, weary.
4 He hath given me peace;
Even though pains increase,
Soon shall sorrow cease:

How long dost Thou delay? O Lord, how long?

10 LOVE, how deep, how broad, how high! It fills the heart with ecstasy,

That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortals' sake.
He sent no angel to our race,
Of higher or of lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame
Himself, and to this lost world came.
2 For us He was baptised, and bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptation sharp he knew;
For us the tempter overthrew.
For us He prayed, for us He taught,
For us His daily works He wrought,
By words, and signs, and actions, thus
Still seeking not Himself, but us.
3 For us to wicked men betrayed,

Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
He bore the shameful Cross and death;
For us at length gave up His breath.
For us He rose from death again,
For us He went on high to reign,
For us He sent His Spirit here

To guide, to strengthen, and to cheer.

1474 By night on my bed I sought Him

whom my soul loveth. Cant. iii.

1 JESU, Thou sweetness pure and blest,
Truth's fountain, light of souls distrest,
Surpassing all that heart requires,
Exceeding even its deep desires!
No tongue nor pen can e'er express
Of Jesu's love the blessedness:
He only, who that gift hath stored,

Knows what it is to love the Lord.

2 I seek for Jesus in repose,

When round my bed night's shadows close:

By day, in closet or in throng,

I evermore for Jesus long.

With Mary, in the morning gloom

I seek for Jesus at the tomb;

For Him, with love's most earnest cry,
I seek with heart, and not with eye.
3 Jesus, to God the Father gone,

Is seated on the heavenly throne;
My heart hath also passed from me,
That where He is, there it may be.

We follow Jesus now, and raise

The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise;
That He at last may make us fit
With Him in heavenly place to sit. Amen.

1475

Changed into the same image.
2 Cor. iii.

10 JESU, source of calm repose,
Thy like nor man nor angel knows;

Fairest among ten thousand fair.
Even those whom death's sad fetters
bound,

Whom thickest darkness compassed round,
Find light and life, if Thou appear.

2 Effulgence of the light divine,
Ere rolling planets knew to shine,

Ere time its ceaseless course began, Thou, when the appointed hour was come, Didst not abhor the Virgin's womb,

But God with God, wast man with man. 3 Renew Thine image, Lord, in me; Lowly and gentle may I be;

No charms but these to Thee are dear:
No anger mayst Thou ever find,
No pride, in my unruffled mind,

But faith and heaven-born peace be
there!

4 A patient, a victorious mind,
That life and all things casts behind,
Spring forth obedient to Thy call:
A heart that no desire can move,
But still to adore, believe, and love,

Give me, my Lord, my Life, my All

1476 Peace from the Lord Jesus Christ our

Saviour. Tit. iii.

1 ONE there is above all others,
His is love beyond a brother's;
His name is Love.

Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us;
But this Friend will ne'er deceive us :
His name is Love.

2 'Tis eternal life to know Him:

Think, O think how much we owe Him:
His name is Love.

With His precious blood He bought us;
In the wilderness He sought us,
To His fold He safely brought us;
His name is Love.

3 We have found a friend in Jesus,
'Tis His great delight to bless us;
His name is Love.

1 JESU, my Lord, my God, my all;
Hear me, blest Saviour, when I call;
Hear me, and from Thy dwelling-place
Pour down the riches of Thy grace.
Jesu, my Lord, I Thee adore;

O make me love Thee more and more.

2 Jesu, too late I Thee have sought;
How can I love Thee as I ought,
And how extol Thy matchless fame,
The glorious beauty of Thy Name?
Jesu, my Lord, &c.

3 Jesu, what didst Thou find in me,
That Thou hast dealt so lovingly?

How great the joy that Thou hast brought, O far exceeding hope or thought!

Jesu, my Lord, &c.

1 DEATH steals upon us unawares,
And digs a grave unseen,
While we are full of idle cares,
And idle joys between.

And shall I feed on vanity,

And still in leanness trust,

Till death shall lay his hands on me,
And blend me with the dust?

2 What if my sun should set at noon,
If death should call to-day?
Canst thou, my soul, depart so soon?
Hast thou no debts to pay?
Behold the hours, how fast they fade,

Behold how near the goal:

Lord, be my body not unclad

Till Thou hast clad my soul.

30 give me patience when I lie
Upon my dying bed,

And let my Saviour, drawing nigh,
Support my weary head;
Yea, in that dark and dismal hour,
When doubts and fears annoy,
Lord Jesu, be my rock and tower,
Lord Jesu, be my joy.

4 When all my earthly comforts fail,
My heavenly Friend, appear,
And bid my trembling faith prevail,
My hope be strong and clear.
My body, sinking in the dust,
Thy love will safely keep;
To Thee alone my soul I trust,
And sweetly fall asleep.

1479 Some are fallen asleep. 1 Cor. xv.

1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blessed sleep,
From which none ever wakes to weep,
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes!

2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet,
With holy confidence to sing

That death has lost his venomed sting!

3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest,
Whose waking is supremely blest!
No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour
That manifests the Saviour's power.

4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me
May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
Waiting the summons from on high.
1480

Heirs of salvation. Heb. i.

1 CHRIST watches o'er the embers
Of all His faithful dead:
There's life for all the members

In Him, the living Head;
Their dust He weighs and measures,
Their every atom treasures.

2 He once, a Victor bleeding,

Slew death, destroyed the grave: Now throned, yet interceding, He lives, thy soul to save. He comes- O day of wonder! The graves are rent asunder. 3 But O that vast transition! How shall a creature dare Gaze on the awful vision, To find a Saviour there?

1482

Therefore be ye also ready.
Matt. xxiv.

1 VAIN are all terrestrial pleasures,
Mixed with dross the purest gold;
Seek we, then, for heavenly treasures,
Treasures never waxing old.
Let our best affections centre

On the things around the throne;
There no thief can ever enter;

Moth and rust are there unknown. 2 Earthly joys no longer please us; Here would we renounce them all, Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call. Faith, our languid spirits cheering, Points to brighter worlds above, Bids us look for His appearing, Bids us triumph in His love. 3 May our lamps be always burning, And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning, Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning, Never need we be afraid, Should He come at night or morning, Early dawn or evening shade.

1483 The end everlasting life. Rom. vi.

1 THE roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away!
O for the pearly gates of heaven,
O for the golden floor;
O for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth nevermore!

2 The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint,
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint!
O for a heart that never sins,
O for a soul washed white,
O for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night!

3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace
Beyond our best desire.

O by Thy love and anguish, Lord,
O by Thy life laid down,

Grant that we fall not from Thy grace,
Nor cast away our crown.

1484 The city of the great King. Ps. xlviii.

1 JERUSALEM, thy joys divine

No joys can be compared to them;
No people blessed are as thine,
No city like Jerusalem.
My thirsty soul desires her drought
At heavenly fountains to refresh;
My prisoned mind would fain be out
Of chains and fetters of the flesh.

2 From banishment she more and more
Desires to see her country dear;
She sits and sends her sighs before;

Her joys and treasures all are there. From Babylon she would return

Unto her home and town of peace, Jerusalem, where joys abound,

Continue still, and never cease.

1485 The city of the living God. Heb. xii.

1 Yon city, with the jewelled crest,
Like some new-lighted sun,
A blaze of burning amethyst,
Ten thousand orbs in one;-

2 That is the city of the saints,

Where we so soon shall stand, Where we shall strike these desert tents,

And quit this desert sand.

3 Fair vision, how thou liftest up
The drooping brow and eye,
With the calm joy of thy sure hope
Fixing our souls on high!

4 With thee in view, how poor appear
The world's most winning smiles!
Vain is the tempter's subtlest snare,
And vain hell's countless wiles.

5 Time's glory fades; its beauty now
Has ceased to lure or blind;
Each gay enchantment here below
Has lost its power to bind.

6 Then welcome toil, and care and pain,
And welcome sorrow too:

All toil is rest, all grief is gain,

With such a prize in view.

7 When shall the clouds that veil thy rays For ever be withdrawn?

Why dost thou tarry, day of days?
When shall thy gladness dawn?

1 JERUSALEM the golden,

With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation

Sink heart and voice opprest. 2 I know not, O, I know not,

What depth of bliss is there,
What radiancy of glory,

What light beyond compare:

3 And when I fain would sing them,
My spirit fails and faints,
And vainly would it image
The assembly of the saints.

4 They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel,
And many a martyr-throng.
5 The Prince is ever in them,
The light is aye serene;
The pastures of the blessèd
Are decked in glorious sheen:
6 And they, beneath their Leader,
Who conquered in the fight,

For ever and for ever

Are clad in robes of white.

PART II.

7 For thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love, beholding Thy happy home, they weep: 8 The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 9 O one. O only mansion, O Paradise of joy, Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy; 10 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze: The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; 11 Thy ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; The saints build up its fabric,

And the corner-stone is Christ. 12 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean, Thou hast no time, bright day, Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away.

PART III.

13 Jerusalem the glorious,

The pride of the elect,
O dear and future vision,
That eager hearts expect:
14 E'en now by faith I see thee,

E'en here thy walls discern,
For thee my thoughts are kindled,
And strive, and pant, and yearn.

15 Jerusalem the heavenly,

That look'st on earth below, In thee is all my glory, In me is all my woe: 16 Thou art the golden mansion, Where saints for ever sing, The seat of God's own chosen, The palace of the King. 17 There God for ever sitteth, Himself of all the crown; The Lamb, the light that shineth, And never goeth down.