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Je- sus, meek and gentle, Son of God mast high, Pitying,loving Saviour, Hear thy children's cry.

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1 JESUS, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear thy children's cry.

2 Give us holy freedom,

Fill our hearts with love;

Draw us, holy Jesus,

To the realms above.

3 Lead us on our journey,
Be thyself the way
Through terrestrial darkness
To celestial day.

George Rundle Prynne 1856

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FAR, far away, there's a many mansioned dwelling,

Where the Saviour waits to welcome the dear souls for whom He died,
All across the darksome valley I can hear their anthems swelling,
And amid the golden glory I can see them by His side,

In the Home so far away!

2.

Far, far away, there's a haven deep and quiet,

Where the noiseless waves lie sleeping on the mountain-sheltered shore,
Where the surges never enter, where no stormy tempests riot,

Where the sails are furled for ever and the ship goes out no more,
From the Haven far away!

3.

So thitherward I travel, in gladness or in sorrow,

Across these trackless waters, with His love to cheer me through.
And as every sunset closes, I can fancy that the morrow

Will fire the heavenly mountains, with the Haven full in view

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CALM S. M. D.

One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er,-Nearer my home to-day, am I Than e'er I've been before;

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Rest for the toiling hand, Rest for the anxious brow, Rest for the weary,way-worn feet, Rest from all labor now.

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REST for the toiling hand,

Rest for the anxious brow,

Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,
Rest from all labor now:

2 Rest for the fevered brain,

Rest for the throbbing eye;

Through these parched lips of thine no more Shall pass the moan or sigh.

3 Soon shall the trump of God Give out the welcome sound

That shakes thy silent chamber-walls, And breaks the turf-sealed ground.

4 Ye dwellers in the dust,

Awake! come forth and sing! Sharp has your frost of winter been, But bright shall be your spring.

5 'Twas sown in weakness here,

"Twill then be raised in power; That which was sown an earthly seed, Shall rise a heavenly flower.

Horatius Bonar 1857

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No, no, it is not dying
To go unto our God,
This gloomy earth forsaking,
Our journey homeward taking
Along the starry road.
2 No, no, it is not dying

Heaven's citizen to be;
A crown immortal wearing,
And rest unbroken sharing,
From care and conflict free.

3 No, no, it is not dying

To hear this gracious word, "Receive a Father's blessing, For evermore possessing

The favor of Thy Lord."

4 No, no, it is not dying

The Shepherd's voice to know;
His sheep He ever leadeth,
His peaceful flock He feedeth,
Where living pastures grow.
5 No, no, it is not dying

To wear a lordly crown;
Among God's people dwelling,
The glorious triumph swelling

Of Him whose sway we own. 6 O no, this is not dying,

Thou Saviour of mankind!
There, streams of love are flowing,
No hindrance ever knowing;
Here, drops alone we find.

Caesar H. A. Malan 1841
Tr. by Robinson P. Dunn 1852

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