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Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.8.7 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Come, and Christ the Lord be praising Lyrics: Come, and Christ the Lord be praising, Heart and mind to Him be raising, Celebrate His love amazing, Worthy folk of Christendom! Sin, death, hell, may all be grieving, Satan shame feel to him cleaving, We salvation free receiving, Cast our every care away. See what God for us provideth, Life that in His Son abideth, And our weary steps He guideth From earth’s woe to heav’nly joy. His soul deeply for us feeleth, He His love to us revealeth, He who in the heavens dwelleth Came to save us from our foe. Jacob’s star His advent maketh, Soothes the longing heart that acheth, And the serpent’s head He breaketh, Scattering the pow’r of hell. Op’d hath He and freedom gain’d us From the prison that contain’d us, Where much grief and sorrow pain’d us, And our hearts were bow’d with woe. O bless’d hour when we receivèd From the foe who us deceivèd Liberty, when we believèd, And Thee, gracious Savior, prais’d. Beauteous Infant in the manger, O befriend us! beyond danger Bring us where is turn’d God’s anger, Where with angel hosts we’ll praise!

A Lamb bears all its guilt away

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 4 hymnals Lyrics: A Lamb bears all its guilt away The world thus to deliver, All sins of sinners patiently It bears and murmurs never. It goes, and weak and sick is made An off’ring on the altar laid, All pleasure it forsaketh, Submits to shame, and scorn, and wrath, To anguish, wounds, stripes, cross, and death, This cup with gladness taketh. This Lamb, He is the soul’s great Friend And everlasting Saviour, God chooseth Him sin’s reign to end And bring us to His favour. “Go forth, my Son! redeem to Thee The children who’re exposed by me To punishment and anger. The punishment is great, and dread The wrath, but Thou Thy blood shalt shed, And free them thus from danger.” “I’ll go where, Father! thou dost send, Bear what on me Thou layest, My will doth on Thy word depend, My work is what Thou sayest.” O mighty love! O wondrous love! Thou canst do all our thoughts above, Make God His Son deliver! O love! O love! Thy pow’r how great! Thou did’st Him e’en to death prostrate Whose glance the rocks can shiver. Thou martyr’st Him upon the tree, With spear and nails destroying Thou slay’st Him, lamblike, ruthlessly, Till heart and veins are flowing, The heart with many a long-drawn sigh, And till His veins are copiously Their noble life-blood yielding. Sweet Lamb! what shall I do for Thee For all the good Thou doest me, Thus saving me and shielding? All my life long I’ll cleave to Thee And shall forget Thee never, As always Thou embracest me I will embrace Thee ever. My heart’s Light Thou shalt ever be, And when my heart shall break in me Thy heart shall fail me never. O Thou, my Glory, I to Thee Myself as Thine own property Herewith resign for ever! I ever shall both night and day Thy loveliness be singing, An offering of joy shall aye Myself to Thee be bringing. My stream of life shall still to Thee, And to Thy name, outpourèd be, In gratitude enduring. Of every good Thou doest me, My soul shall mindful strive to be, In memory securing! Shrine of my heart! now open’d be, To thee shall now be given Fair treasures that far greater be Than earth, and sea, and heaven. Away! gold of Arabia, Myrrh, calamus, and cassia, Far better I discover! My priceless treasure is, O Thou My Jesus! what so freely now From Thy wounds floweth over! Good use of this behoves it me At all times to be making, My shield in conflict shall it be, My joy when heart is breaking, In happiness my song of joy; When all things else my taste do cloy, This manna then shall feed me, In thirst my well-spring shall it be, In solitude converse with me, And out and in shall lead me! What can death’s poison do to me? Thy blood to me life giveth, And when the sun burns fervently, With grateful shade relieveth; And when with sorrow sore oppress’d I ever find in it my rest, As sick men on their pillows. My anchor art Thou, when my skies Are clouded o’er, and tempests rise, My bark ’whelm in the billows. And when at last heav’n’s gate I see, And taste the kingdom’s pleasure, This blood shall then my purple be, I’ll clothe me in this treasure; It shall be then my glorious crown, In which I’ll stand before the throne Of God, with none to blame me; And as a bride in fair array, I’ll stand beside my Lord that day, Who woo’d, and then will claim me.

For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart, My hope and confidence Thou art; My hope can never shaken be, Nor e’er be put to shame by Thee. Whoe’er he be that scorns Thy name, And turns from Thee, shall come to shame; But he who ever lives to Thee, And loves Thee, shall untroubled be. Accept my soul, O Lord! by grace, And keep me right in all my ways, And let Thy truth illumine me Along the path that leads to Thee. Thou art my only light below, No other helper here I know; I wait on Thee both night and day, Why dost Thou, then, O Lord, delay? Ah, Lord! now turn Thine eyes away From paths where I have gone astray; Of my ill ways what thinkest Thou, That I’ve pursued from youth till now? Remember, Thou my Guardian Lord! Thy loving-kindness and sweet word, Whereby Thou giv’st them comfort sweet Who lay themselves low at Thy feet. Who prove themselves, and sin confess, The Lord in mercy rich will bless; Who keep His testimonies all, The Lord will hold them when they fall. The heart that with the Lord is right In grief He’ll gladden with His light, When sunk in need, weigh’d down by loss, Shall triumph e’en beneath the cross. Ah! Lord, full well thou knowest me, My spirit lives and moves in Thee; Thou seest how my bleeding heart Longs for the help Thou canst impart. The griefs that now my heart oppress, The griefs my heavy sighs express Are great and sore, but Thou art He To whom nought e’er too great can be. To Thee I therefore raise mine eyes, To Thee mine ardent longings rise— Ah! let Thine eye now rest on me As Thou wast wont, Lord, graciously. And when I need supporting grace, Turn not away from me Thy face; May what Thou deignest to impart Of my desires be counterpart. The world is false, it acts a part, Thou art my Friend, sincere in heart; Man’s smile is only on his mouth, Thou lovest us in deed and truth. Foil Thou the foe, his nets all tear, And baffle every wile and snare; When all with me once more is well, May gratitude my bosom swell. Still may I in Thy fear abide, And go right on nor turn aside; Give single aim that honours Thee, Smarts rather than a burden be. Rule, Lord, and bring me unto Thee, And other saints along with me; Remove whate’er of ill dost find, Renew and cleanse each heart and mind. Wash Thou away each sinful stain, Deliver from all grief and pain, And lead us soon by heav’nly grace To realms of endless joy and peace.

Song of Thanksgiving after Great Sorrow and Affliction

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: After clouds we see the sun Lyrics: After clouds we see the sun, Joy we feel when grief is gone, After bitter pain and sore Cometh consolation’s hour. Then my soul that sank before, Even down to hell’s dark door, To the heav’nly choir doth soar. He ’fore whom the world shall flee, In my spirit comforts me, With His high and mighty hand, Tears me from the hellish band. With the love to me He shows, Swells my heart and overflows, And my blood with rapture glows. Did I e’er ’neath sorrow bend? Did my heart grief ever rend? Have I e’er been vexèd sore? Satan e’er fool’d me before? Aye—but henceforth am I free, Faithfully thou shieldest me, My salvation comes from Thee! What thou mean’st, my bitter foe! By thy deeds tow’rds me I know; Truly thou with all thy pow’r Seek’st me ever to devour. Had I too much trusted thee, Then had’st thou, ere I could see, In thy snares entangled me. All the guile I know full well That in thy bad heart doth dwell; Thou my God malign’st to me, Turn’st His praise to obloquy; Speaketh out His loving heart, Keeps He silence on His part, All He doth dost thou pervert. If I hope and look for good, If I’m in a joyous mood, From my mind thou driv’st away Every good thought—and dost say: “God doth far from thee abide, Riseth high misfortune’s tide Round thee now on every side.” Hence depart! thou lying mouth, Here is God’s own ground in truth, For the face of God is here, And the beauteous light and clear Of His favour, here doth rise, All His word and counsel wise, Op’d are now before mine eyes. God lets none in sadness stay, He with shame drives none away, Who themselves up to Him give, With the whole heart to Him cleave, Who their cares on Him aye cast, And hope in Him—joy at last, For the soul and body taste. Though it comes not as we will, Just to-day—yet be thou still, For perchance to-morrow may Be the bright and joyous day. God’s time comes with measur’d step, When it comes His word He’ll keep And joy’s harvest we shall reap. Ah! how often did I think, As my feet began to sink ’Neath the heavy load of care, In the mire of blank despair, Now there is no hope for me, Rest for me there cannot be Till I enter death’s dark sea. But my God put forth His pow’r To avert and to restore, That I ne’er enough can tell What His arm hath done so well; When no path I could descry, When no help to guide was nigh, Help God sent me from on high. When I timid and perplex’d Often have my spirit vex’d, Sleepless toss’d thro’ all the night, Sick at heart when dawn’d the light, When heart fail’d me utterly, Hast Thou then appear’d to me, Turning my captivity. Now as long as here I roam, Have on earth a house and home, ’Fore mine eyes continually Shall this thing of wonder be. All my life long shall I bring Offerings of thanks, and sing Songs of praise to God my King. Every grief and every smart, By th’eternal Father’s heart Ever yet appointed me, Or that may hereafter be Chosen for me, all my days From His gracious hand always, I’ll receive with joy and praise. I will tread woe’s bitter path, I will onward go to death, I into the grave will go, Still my heart with joy shall glow. Whom the Highest will raise high, Whom th’ Almighty standeth nigh, Ne’er can perish utterly.

Of Death and Dying

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: Lord God! Thou art for evermore Lyrics: Lord God! Thou art for evermore Thy people’s habitation, And Thou existence hadst before Was laid the earth’s foundation! Ere yet the hills began to be Thou lived’st in eternity, Of all things the beginning! Thou lettest all the crowds of men Through death’s dark portals wander, And biddest them return again, Those others follow yonder. With Thee a thousand years are aye Like watch of night or yesterday When it is gone for ever. Thou lettest the base hosts of men E’en as a stream be flowing, And as a ship upon the main That fav’ring winds are blowing, And as a sleep and dream of night That when men wake at morning light They can no more remember. We’re like an herb that early dies, Or grass in fields that groweth, That in the morning flourishes, Ere night the mower moweth. So is’t with man: he blooms to-day, To-morrow he is borne away If but a breath doth touch him! Because Thy wrath ’gainst us doth glow, Lord! we so early vanish, And for our sins Thou lay’st us low, And from Thy face dost banish. Our sins Thou sett’st before Thine eyes, Then doth Thine indignation rise In Thine heart ever holy! This fire it is consumes in all Our bones the marrow ever; And hence it is that great or small From death escapeth never. And hence our days are passing o’er Like tales that oft beguile an hour And that are soon forgotten. And scarcely doth our life on earth To seventy years last even; And what are all our labours worth If four-score years be given. What is the sum of all our gain From youth to age, but toil and pain, Heart-sorrow and vexation? We’re ever toiling full of care, And ere we do bethink us To stop our work, lo! death is there, Into the grave to sink us. And speedily we pass away, Yet of their end none ever stay To think, nor of God’s anger. O teach us, Lord! to think each day Upon this earth’s affliction, That when we think on death we may Grow wiser by reflection. Ah! turn on us again Thy face And be at peace, O God of grace! With Thy rebellious children. And early with Thy mercy free Be soul and body filling, And late and early, Lord, may we Thy glorious praise be telling. O chiefest joy! our hearts now cheer, And once more give us good times here, The days have been so evil. We’ve borne the cross these weary years, Now let Thy sun be shining, Vouchsafe us laughter after tears, And pleasure after pining. And evermore, O Lord! make known Thy works of wonder to Thine own, Thine honour to Thy children. Be Thou our faithful friend and God, Establish us for ever! And when we err from wisdom’s road Give penitence and favour! Turn Thou our hearts again to Thee, May all our works establish’d be, Crown all we do with blessing!

A rest here have I never

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6 Appears in 1 hymnal Lyrics: A rest here have I never, A guest on earth am I, Heav’n will be mine for ever, My Fatherland’s on high. Here up and down I’m driven; In rest eternal there, God’s gift of grace is given That endeth toil and care. What hath my whole life ever From youth been to this hour, But labour ceasing never, As long as I have pow’r To tell of; days of anguish I’ve past, and oft the night In sorrow did I languish Until the morning light. And on the ways I’ve wander’d What storms have terrified, It blew, rain’d, lighten’d, thunder’d, Fear was on every side. Hate, envy, opposition Rag’d, undeserv’d by me, This was the sad condition I must bear patiently. So liv’d the honour’d fathers In whose footsteps we tread, From whom the saint oft gathers The wisdom he may need Of trial what full measure Had father Abraham, Ere he attain’d his pleasure, To his right dwelling came. How rough too and uneven The way that Isaac trod, And Jacob, who had striven And had prevail’d with God; What bitter grief and wearing Felt he, what woe and smart; In fear and in despairing Oft sank his fainting heart. The holy souls and blessèd Went forward on their race, They chang’d with hearts distressèd Their wonted dwelling-place: They hither went and thither, Great crosses bore each day, Till death came to deliver, Them in the grave to lay. In patience am I giving Myself to just such woe? Could I be better living Than such have liv’d below? Here must we suffer ever, Here must we upwards strive; Who fights not well shall never In joy eternal live. While on the earth I’m staying, My life shall thus be spent, I would not be delaying For aye in this strange tent. Along the paths I wander That lead me to my home, God boundless comfort yonder Will give me when I come. My home is high above me, Where angel hosts for aye Praise Him whose heart doth love me, Who ruleth all each day, Who aye preserves and beareth All in His hand of might, Who orders and prepareth What good seems in His sight. For home my tir’d heart yearneth, I’d gladly thither go, From earth away it turneth From all I’ve here pass’d through. The longer here I’m staying I less of pleasure taste, My spirit’s thirst allaying, The world’s an arid waste. The dwelling is unholy, The trouble is too great. Why com’st Thou, Lord, so slowly To free me from this state? Come, make a happy ending Of all my wanderings, Relief by Thy pow’r sending, From all my sufferings. Where I’ve so long remainèd Is not my proper home; When my life’s end is gainèd, Then forth from it I’ll come, What here I’ve needed ever I’ll put it all away; When soul and body sever, Me in the grave they’ll lay. Thou, who my Joy art ever, And of my life the Light, When death life’s thread doth sever, Bring’st me to heav’n so bright, To mansions everlasting, Where I shall ever shine, E’en as the sun, while tasting Of pleasures all divine. There I’ll be ever living Not merely as a guest, With those who crowns receiving From Thee are ever bless’d; I’ll celebrate in glory Thine ev’ry mighty deed, My portion have before Thee, From every evil freed.

Christian Joy in Death

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.4.4.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: My face, why should'st thou troubled be Lyrics: My face, why should’st thou troubled be When thou of death art hearing? Know it, it cannot injure thee, Contemplate it, ne’er fearing. When thou dost know Death, all its woe Will soon be disappearing. From the old serpent’s face first tear The mask he is assuming, And lo! no poison more is there, ’Tis harmless through the coming Of Christ to save, Who to the grave Went down, death thus o’ercoming. Thou, Lord, didst break our foe’s great pow’r, His sting thus from him taking, The butt of scorn he’s evermore, No mischief can be making. Thy precious blood Damps his hot mood, His ardour’s him forsaking. ’Twas sin that was the sting of death, And on to dying drove us, For ever done away sin hath Our Saviour, who did love us. Its pow’r and might Is broken quite, Though it to grief may move us. Now sin is dead, God’s anger’s turn’d, He’s reconcil’d; the Saviour Hath borne the curse our debts had earn’d, Restor’d us to God’s favour. Who was our foe Our friend is now, Is full of grace for ever. It cannot be, if Thou’rt my friend, That Thou would’st kill me ever; Thy Father’s heart can ne’er intend To death me to deliver, And who is e’er Thy child and heir By ill is injur’d never. But Thou, O Father! doest well When trials sore are grieving, When misery the life doth fill, The waves around us heaving, That us Thy hand To Fatherland Brings, from the floods relieving. When from the angry skies storms break, And mountains quake before them, The thunder of Thy wrath doth shake The hills, and pealeth o’er them, Then dost Thou come And takest home Thine own, Thou carest for them. When rage around our enemies, Our injury are seeking, When lions, wolves, and bears arise, Their vengeance on us wreaking, Thou tak’st Thy sheep, Dost safely keep Them near Thee, comfort speaking. And if the world treats evilly Him who to Thee is cleaving, Thou sayest, “Come to me, my son! Come, from me be receiving Love, pleasure, joy, That never cloy, That I for aye am giving.” And angel hosts then joyfully Descend, and round us hover, And tend the soul so carefully; And when life’s course is over To God on high It peacefully Goes with them ’neath their cover. The Lord His bride meets joyfully And saith, “Now welcome ever, I have espousèd thee to me, To all mine own come hither! Whom I ’fore thee Have brought to me, From yon world did deliver. “Thou true and faithful wast in heart, Wast ne’er asham’d to own me, And now receivest thou thy part, With crown of joy I crown thee. Thy part am I, Eternally Beside me I enthrone thee. “Of thine eyes now I dry the flood, Thy bitter tears am stilling; Here turn’d is to thy highest good, The grief thou once wert feeling; Of thy grief’s sea No one shall be Here save with rapture telling. “All my belov’d ones clothe I here In pure white linen ever, With joy in heaven they appear, Here envy felt is never. Here is no death, No cross nor scath, Good friends at all can sever.” O God! why should the thought of death With terror make me shiver? ’Tis he who’ll from the yoke beneath Of mis’ry me deliver. From torture He Will set me free, I can regret it never. For death is the Red Sea to me, Through which on dry land ever Thine Israel, so dear to Thee, Pass to the land of favour, Where milk and wine Flow ever in Full streams that cease shall never. It is heav’n’s golden door to me, The fiery car God sendeth, Wherein my spirit speedily To th’ angel choir ascendeth, When God shall say “Thy working day Of life below now endeth.” O sweetest joy, O blessèd rest! To all true-hearted given, Come, let mine eyes by Thee be press’d, In peace take me to heaven. May I roam there ’Mong pastures fair Where day ne’er knoweth even. What fails us here, there will He give, Full measure to us bringing, Our grateful songs shall He receive, From loving hearts up-springing. And there shall I Too, willingly Song after song be singing.

Joyful Resignation to a Happy Departure From this Weary World

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Be glad, my heart! now fear no more Lyrics: Be glad, my heart! now fear no more, Let nothing ever grieve thee; Christ lives, who lov’d thee long before Thy being He did give thee, And ere He made thy wondrous frame; His love remaineth still the same, It ne’er can change to hatred. Be of good cheer! thy nearing end, My heart! need not appal thee, No ill’s in it; God doth extend, His loving hand and call thee From all the thousand forms of woe That in this vale of tears below, Thou ever hast endurèd. ’Tis true, ’tis call’d death’s agony, But yet it is no dying; The death of death is Christ, for He Prevents it from destroying, That though it puts forth all its pow’r, No hair it hurteth in the hour When I from hence am taken. The sting of death in sin doth lie, And in our evil doing; Poor child of Adam! eagerly This path was I pursuing. In Christ’s blood sin is wash’d away, Forgiven are we now for aye, Ne’er fall in condemnation. My sin is gone, and I am clean, Whoever would deprive me, Henceforth is life eternal mine; The thought may never grieve me Of sin’s dread wages earn’d by me; Who’s reconcil’d, must ever be, Unhurt by opposition. Now God’s free grace I with me take, And all His joy and gladness, On this last journey that I make, And know no grief nor sadness. The foe becomes to me a sheep, His ire becomes a blessèd sleep, Of quiet rest the pillow. Thou Jesus! O thou sweetest Friend, My light and life art ever! Thou holdest me, dost me defend, The foe can move Thee never. In Thee I am, Thou art in me, As we are here, we’ll ever be, Nought here or there can part us. My body down to rest doth lie, Fatigued with life’s sad story; The soul then mounteth up on high, With chosen ones in glory It mingles, and keeps joyfully, The endless year of Jubilee With all the holy angels. Oh! Highest Prince of great and small, May that bless’d day be nearing; When Thou shalt by Thy trumpet call, And all the dead be hearing. Again shall soul and body be One, and Thy joy shall taste and see, Thy Father’s kingdom enter. If ’tis Thy will, O Lord, appear, To peace and bliss to take me For ever, Thee may I be near, How joyful would it make me! Be open’d wide—of death, thou gate! That to so bliss’d place and state Through thee I may pass over.

The Bereaved Father Comforts Himself Concerning his Now Sainted Son

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7.7 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Mine art thou still, and mine shalt be Lyrics: Mine art thou still, and mine shalt be, Who will be this denying? Not only thou belong’st to me, The Lord of Life undying The greatest right hath aye in thee; He taketh, He demands from me Thee, O my son, my treasure, My heart’s delight and pleasure! If wish avail’d, my soul’s sweet star! My free choice would I make thee, Than earth’s fair treasures rather far, I evermore would take thee. Would say to thee, Abide with me, The joy of all my dwelling be, I ever more shall love thee, Till death itself remove me. Thus saith my heart, and meaneth well, But God doth mean still better; Great love doth in my bosom dwell, In God there dwelleth greater. I am a father, nothing more, Of fathers God’s the crown and pow’r, The fountain who is giving Their being to all living. I long and yearn for my dear son; God, by whom he was given, Wills he should stand beside His throne, Should live with Him in heaven. I say, Alas! my light is gone! God saith, “I welcome thee, my son, I’d have thee ever near me, With endless joys would cheer thee!” O lovely word! O sweet decree! More holy than we ever Can think; with God no ill can be, Mischance, or sickness never, No care, no want, no oversight, With God no sorrow e’er can blight; Whom God cares for and loveth No trouble ever moveth. We men much thought and time expend On our dear ones’ adorning; Our thoughts and efforts ever bend, Are planning night and morning To gain for them a happy place; And yet how seldom ’tis the case They reach the destination We had in contemplation. How oft a young and hopeful one From virtue’s path far roameth, By him through ill example’s done What Christians ne’er becometh. Then God’s just anger doth he earn, On earth he meeteth scoffs and scorn, His father’s heart he filleth With pain that nothing stilleth. Now such can never be my case, My son is safely yonder, Appeareth now before God’s face, Doth in Christ’s garden wander, Is fill’d with joy, is ever bless’d, And from heart-sorrow doth he rest, Sees, hears the hosts so glorious Who here are watching o’er us. He angels yonder hears and sees, Part in their songs he taketh, And knows all wisdom’s mysteries; His high discourse he maketh What none of us can ever know With all our searching here below, To none on earth ’tis given, Reserv’d it is for Heaven. Ah! could I even draw so near, Could it to me be given The faintest sounds of praise to hear That fill the courts of Heaven, When prais’d is the thrice holy One, Who thee hath sanctified, my son! Joy would my heart be swelling, Tears from mine eyes be welling. Would I then say, Stay with me here, Henceforth I’ll murmur never; Alas! my son! wert thou but near! No, but come quickly hither Thou fiery car, and take me where My child and all the blessèd are, Who speak of things so glorious, O’er every ill victorious. Now be it so, I’d have it so, I’ll never more deplore thee; Thou liv’st, pure joys thy heart o’erflow, Bright suns shine ever o’er thee, The suns of endless joy and rest. Live then, and be for ever bless’d, I shall, when God wills, yonder In bliss hereafter wander.

By the Bier of a Friend

Author: Paul Gerhardt; John Kelly Meter: 8.7.8.7.7.7.8.8 Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: On thy bier how calm thou'rt sleeping Lyrics: On thy bier how calm thou’rt sleeping Yet thou livest, oh our crown! Watch eternal art thou keeping, Standing near thy Saviour’s throne. Endless joy thy portion now! Why should tears so freely flow? What should thus in sorrow sink us? Up! aright let us bethink us! Grudge we to our friends their pleasure; When they laugh, we laugh again; Bitter tears shed without measure, When we see them sunk in pain. When we see them conq’rors come, From the cross triumphant home; When is o’er life’s toil and anguish, Then no more in grief we languish. Noble heart! in peace now rest thee, Thou hast vanquish’d every foe, All afflictions that oppress’d thee, Overwhelm’d thy heart with woe; All the toil and misery, All care and anxiety, All that made thee sleep in sorrow, Wake in anguish on the morrow. God who sendeth all temptations, Knows the burden each can bear; He appoints all tribulations, Who in loving, gracious care, Sent thee every trial sore That thou now hast triumphed o’er, Who hath strength enough to bear it, Must in larger measure share it. Hadst thou been at heart a craven, Shrinking from the chilly blast, Loving most the quiet haven, With no cloud the sky o’ercast, God, the giver of all good, Never such a grievous load Of affliction had ordain’d thee, As dishearten’d oft and pain’d thee. Triumph now, for thou, victorious By the pow’r of God most high, Sonlike in thy strength so glorious, Walk’st amid the Company Of the city fair and new, Which the Lord hath built for you; With the angels join’st in singing, Sweetest songs from heart up-springing. Jesus bids thee cease from weeping Wipes the tear-drop from thine eye; Free thy heart from sorrow keeping All thy need doth He supply. In thy cup now running o’er Wishest thou but one thing more, That thy friends who here still wander Were thy bliss now sharing yonder. To the realms we’ll come so glorious, Out of sorrow into joy; Thee with myriad saints victorious See in bliss without alloy. Oh! how bless’d and fair ’twill be, When we all shall dwell with Thee; When is o’er life’s chequer’d story, And we reign in endless glory.