4 Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.

5 My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;

474

But 'tis enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with him.

Water of life, clear as crystal.-Rev. xxii. 1. 1 THERE is a stream which issues forth

From God's eternal throne

And from the Lamb, a living stream
Clear as the crystal stone.

2 This stream doth water Paradise;
It makes the angels sing;
One precious drop revives my heart;
Hence all my joys do spring.

3 Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of glory too;

Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.

4 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis conceal'd,

What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine,
And hast to me reveal'd.

5 I see thy face, I hear thy voice,
I taste thy sweetest love;
But oh, for eagle wings to rise,
And dwell with thee above!

6 Then would I flee, like Noah's dove,
Leaving this world of sin;

[C.M.

Then should my Lord put forth his hand,
And kindly take me in.o

475 Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ, [P.M. which is far better.-Phil. i. 23.

1 0 PARADISE, O Paradise,

Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land,
Where they that loved are blest ;
Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture, through and through,
In God's most holy sight?

2 O Paradise, O Paradise,

The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Where loyal hearts, &c.

3 O Paradise, O Paradise,
'Tis weary waiting here;
I long to be where Jesus is,
To feel, to see him near;
Where loyal hearts, &c.

4 O Paradise, O Paradise,
I want to sin no more,
I want to be as pure on earth
As on thy spotless shore;
Where loyal hearts, &c.

5 O Paradise, O Paradise,

I shall not wait for long;
E'en now the loving ear may catch
Faint fragments of thy song;
Where loyal hearts, &c.

6 Lord Jesu, King of Paradise,
O, keep me in thy love,
And guide me to that happy land
Of perfect rest above;

Where loyal hearts, and true,
Stand ever in the light,

All rapture, through and through,
In God's most holy sight.

476 They desired him, saying, Sir, we would see Jesus.-John xii. 21.

[11s. 10s.

1 WE would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life;

We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen

For the last weariness, the final strife.

2 We would see Jesus; for life's hand hath rested

With its dark touch upon both heart and brow;

And though our souls have many a billow breasted,

Others are rising in the distance now.

3 We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation Whereon our feet were set by sovereign grace, Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us if we see his face. 4 We would see Jesus: other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing,

We would not mourn them, for we go to thee. 5 We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers

Round the dear objects it has loved so long, And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers;

Our love to thee makes not this love less strong.

6 We would see Jesus: sense is all too blinding, And heaven appears too dim, too far away: We would see thee, thyself our hearts reminding What thou hast suffer'd our great debt to pay. 7 We would see Jesus: this is all we're needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;

We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading,
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.

477

They saw no man any more, save Jesus only. [83. 6.
Mark ix. 8.

1 O SAVIOUR, I have nought to plead,
In earth beneath or heaven above,
But just my own exceeding need
And thy exceeding love.

2 The need will soon be past and gone,
Exceeding great but quickly o'er :
The love unbought is all thine own
And lasts for evermore.*

478

1

2

3

Communion of the Sick.

Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
Mark ix. 24.

GOD of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
Thy blessing to receive:
Full of sin, alas! I am,

But to thy wounds for refuge flec:
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Standing now as newly slain,
To thee I lift mine eye;
Balm of all my grief and pain,

Thy grace is always nigh;
Now, as yesterday, the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,

Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'st, am poor;

[P.M.

4

Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery:

Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

No good word, or work, or thought,
Bring I to gain thy grace;
Pardon I accept unbought,

Thy proffer I embrace:
Coming, as at first I came,
To take, and not bestow on thee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy blood was shed for me.

The Order for the Burial of the Dead.

"GRANT THAT THROUGH THE GRAVE AND GATE OF DEATH WE MAY PASS TO OUR JOYFUL RESURREC

479 Ye sorrow not even as others which have no hope. [P.M. 1 Thess. iv. 13.

1 THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,

Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;

Thy Saviour has pass'd through its portal before thee,

And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,

Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side;

But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold

thee,

And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.