3 Cast thy guilty soul on Him, 4 Lord, Thy arm must be revealed, Shine, O shine my fears away! Augustus M. Toplady. 1759, 185 EASTER EVE. LL is o'er, the pain, the sorrow, A Human taunts and Satan's spite; Death shall be despoiled to-morrow 3 Close and still the cell that holds Him, Slumber such as needs must be 8.7.7.7. 4 We this night with plaintive voicing From to-morrow's harp shall flow: John Moultrie. 1836. a 186 So ruhest Du. REST of the weary! Thou Thyself art resting now, Where lowly in Thy sepulchre Thou liest; My soul doth start, to weep 6.6.11. So sad a wonder, that Thou, Saviour, diest! 2 Thy bitter anguish o'er, 3 To this dark tomb they bore Thee, Life of life-Thee, Lord of all creation! The hollow rocky cave Must serve Thee for a grave, Who wast Thyself the Rock of our salvation! O Prince of Life! I know That when I too lie low, Thou wilt at last my soul from death awaken: Wherefore I will not shrink From the grave's awful brink; The heart that trusts in Thee shall ne'er be shaken. Is but a narrow room, Where I may rest in peace, from sorrow free. Thy Death shall give me power To cry in that dark hour, O Death! O Grave! where is your victory? 5 The grave can naught destroy; And e'en the body triumphs o'er decay: In robes of dazzling light, This flesh shall burst the grave at that Last Day. 6 My Jesus, day by day, Beside the tomb where in my heart Thou'rt laid. My constant memory, My guide at last into death's awful shade. Salomo Franck. 1685. Tr. Catherine Winkworth. 1855. 187 C. M. JESUS, Thy soul, for ever blest, And to his peaceful place of rest 2 And all for us; that when, ere long, 3 In death's dark vale I soon must be, 188 Thy rod and staff will comfort me; Isaac Williams. 1842. a Der Du, Herr Jesu, Ruh und Rast. L. M. ORD Jesus, Who, our souls to save, Lidst rest and slumber in the grave, Now grant us all in Thee to rest, And here to live as seems Thee best. 5 Jesus lives! henceforth is death This shall calm my trembling breath, 197 Christian F. Gellert. 1757. Tr. Frances Elizabeth Cox. 1841-64. Willkommen, Held im Streite. C. M. WELCOME, Thou Victor in the strife, Welcome from out the cave! To day we triumph in Thy life 2 Our enemy is put to shame, His short-lived triumph o'er; 3 The dwellings of the just resound For in their midst Thou, Lord, art found, 4 O let Thy conquering banner wave 5 We bury all our sin and crime 6 Fearless we lay us in the tomb, If Thou art there to break the gloom, gone, 7 Death hurts us not: his power is Benjamin Schmolck. 1712. Tr. Catherine Winkworth. 1855. 198 ATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord, I trust in Thee, Whose powerful word 2 Thou knowest for my offence He died, 3 Eternal life to all mankind And all who seek, in Him, shall find 4 Obedient faith, that waits on Thee, But Thou wilt form Thy Son in me, 5 To Thee the glory of Thy power I shall in Christ, at that glad hour, 199 ASCENSION. C. M. Charles Wesley. 1742. PSALM 24. UR Lord is risen from the dead ; The powers of hell are captive led, L. M. |