A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, A few more struggles here, Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, Who lives Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious Blood, TUNE "LEOMINSTER "9 OR "CHALVEY." 141-WE PLOUGH THE FIELDS AND SCATTER. CLAUDIUS'S "Wir pflügen und wir streuen" was first published in German in 1782. It is used both in Germany and in England as a harvest hymn. I give Miss T. M. Campbell's English version. WE plough the fields and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and water'd By God's Almighty Hand; All good gifts around us Are sent from Heav'n above, Then thank the Lord, Oh, thank the Lord, He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; Are sent from Heav'n above, Then thank the Lord, Oh, thank the Lord, For all His love. We thank Thee then, O Father, For all Thy love imparts, Are sent from Heav'n above, Then thank the Lord, Oh, thank the Lord, For all His love. Amen. TUNE THE WELL-KNOWN ONE BY J. A. P. SCHULZ. XVII. — Death. 142-COME, LET US JOIN OUR FRIENDS ABOVE. THE Bishop of Hereford writes me that he thinks the fourth verse 66 one of the finest in the whole range of hymnology." It is the favourite Wesleyan funeral hymn. The author of "Methodist Hymn-Book Notes used several pages in describing the affecting and happy incidents in connection with the use of this hymn, and says he suppresses many other pages for want of space. Co OME, let us join our friends above And, on the eagle-wings of love, Let all the saints terrestrial sing, One family we dwell in Him, One church, above, beneath; One army of the living God, To His command we bow; Part of His host have crossed the flood, Ten thousand to their endless home This solemn moment fly : And we are to the margin come, And we expect to die. E'en now by faith we join our hands Our spirits too shall quickly join, Be Thou, O God, our constant guide, Then, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, TUNE -"GRETTON." 143-GIVE ME THE WINGS OF FAITH TO RISE. THIS favourite hymn of Watts was published in 1709, and it has been in general use among all sections of the Church for a century. IVE me the wings of faith to rise GIVE The saints above, how great their joys! Once they were mourning here below I ask them whence their victory came? Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, They marked the footsteps that He trod, Our glorious Leader claims our praise TUNE "MYLON." 144-HEAR WHAT THE VOICE OF THIS hymn, also by Watts, is much used at burials. TEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims Sweet is the savour of their names, They die in Jesus and are blest; How kind their slumbers are! Far from this world of toil and strife, End in a large reward. TUNE-"BEATITUDO." 145-HOW BLEST THE RIGHTEOUS WHEN HE DIES. THIS hymn by Mrs. Barbauld is quoted by Thomas Carlyle when describing the death of Oliver Cromwell. |