Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head up on my breast." Faster. I came to Jesus, and I Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad; 9:# I found in him a resting place, And he has made me glad. My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in him. And in that light of life I'll walk Till all my journey's done. 286 How Blest the Righteous. I How blest the righteous when they die, How gently heaves the expiring breast! 3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 4 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" 1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be 3 How blest are they who still abide -SAMUEL DAVIES. L. M. 4 What are our works but sin and death, 6 Hence our hearts melt,our eyeso'erflow, 66 -NICOLAUS L. ZINZENDORF 290 While Life Prolongs. I While life prolongs its precious light Mercy is found, and peace is given, But soon, ah! soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day, How sweet the Gospel's charming sound; Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave: Before his bar your spirits bring, 4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise- 1 Jesus, my Saviour, look on me, 2 Look down on me, for I am weak; Thou art my Strength. 3 I am bewildered on my way, Dark and tempestous the night; O send thou forth some cheering ray, Thou art my Light. 4 I hear the storms around me rise, But when I dread th' impending shock, My spirit to the refuge flies; Thou art my Rock. 5 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, In that tremendous latest strife, I When I survey the wondrous cross, 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree, 5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all |