THE ORDER FOR THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD.
And when the Lord shall summon us| Whom thou hast left behind. May we, untainted by the world, As sure a welcome find: May each, like thee, depart in peace To be a glorious guest, [ bling, Where the wicked cease from trouAnd the weary are at rest. Amen. 543 WHEN our heads are bow'd
with woe,
When our bitter tears o'erflow, When we mourn the lost, the dear, " Jesu, Son of Mary," hear.
Thou our throbbing flesh nast worn; Thou our mortal griefs hast borne; Thou hast shed the human tear; " Jesu, Son of Mary," hear. Thou hast bow'd the dying head; Thou the blood of life hast shed; Thou hast fill'd a mortal bier; " Jesu, Son of Mary,' hear. When the heart is sad within With the thought of all its sin; When the spirit shrinks with fear, " Jesu, Son of Mary," hear.
Thou the shame, the grief hast known; Though the sins were not Thine own; Thou hast deign'd their load to bear: " Jesu, Son of Mary," hear.
Thou hast pass'd through death's dark shade;
Thou hast' full atonement made: Thou to God's right hand art Rear:
Son of God, Emmanuel, hear. Amen. 544 Now the labourer's task is
o'er;
Now the battle- day is past; Now upon the farther shore Lands the voyager at last. Father, in Thy gracious keeping, Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear: There the work of life is tried
By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy,& c.
There the Shepherd bringing home Shelters no more hetny a lamb forlorn and stray'd, Where the wolf can ne'er invade. Father, in Thy,& c. There the penitents that turn To the cross their dying eyes, All the love of Jesus learn At His feet in Paradise. Father, in Thy,& c. There no more the powers of hell Can prevail to mar their peace: Christ the Lord shall guard them well,
He who died for their release. Father, in Thy,& c.
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" Earth to earth, and dust to dust; Calmly now the words we say; Left behind we wait in trust, Till the resurrection day. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. Amen.
545 How sweet the hour of closing
When all is peaceful and serene, And the broad sun's retiring ray
Sheds a mild lustre o'er the scene! Such is the Christian's parting hour, So peacefully he sinks to rest; And faith, rekindling all its power, Lights up the languor of his treast. There is a radiance in his eye,
A smile upon his wasted cheek, That seems to tell of glory nigh
In language that no tongue can speak.
A beam from heaven is sent to cheer The pilgrim on his gloomy road; And angels are attending near
To bear him to their bright abode. O Lord, that we may thus depart,
Impress Thine image on our heart, Thy joys to share, Thy face to see, And teach us now to walk with Thee. Amen.
546 A VOICE is heard on earth of kinsfolk weeping
The loss of one they love;
But he is gone where the redeem'd
A festival above.
[ are keeping
The mourners throng the way, and from the steeple
The funeral bell tolls slow; But on the golden streets the holy Are passing to and fro:[ people
And saying, as they meet, Rejoice another,
The Saviour's heart is glad: a younger Long waited for, is come: brother
Hath reach'd the Father's home. Amen.
BURIAL OF A CHILD.
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547 GENTLE Shepherd, Thou hast Now Thy little lamb's long weeping: Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild, In its narrow bed' tis sleeping: And no sign of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more. In this world of care and pain, Lord, Thou wouldst no longer leave it; To the sunny heavenly plain Dost Thou now with joy receive it: Clothed in robes of spotless white, Now it dwells with Thee in light. Ah, Lord Jesu, grant that we Where it lives may soon be living,