Oh, that the blest ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! 3 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore, Vision of peace, that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfilment can severed be ne'er, Nor the thing prayed for come short of the prayer. 4 There, where no troubles distraction can bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessed people eternally raise. 5 There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er, Those Sabbath-keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph-song Which to the angels and us shall belong. 6 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on high, We for that country must yearn and must sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land, Through our long exile on Babylon's strand. 7 Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the Son; Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One. P. Abelard, 12th Cent. Tr. J. M. Neale. 801 802 SLEEP thy last sleep, 4s, 6s. 81. Free from care and sorrow; Till th' eternal morrow; 2 Life's dream is past, All its sin and sadness; Dawns a day of gladness: Earth, receive our treasure, Waiting all His pleasure. 3 Though we may mourn Christ, when thou appearest : Comfort those now weeping, Bidding rejoice All in Jesus sleeping. E. A. Dayman. L. M. ASLEEP in Jesus! blessèd sleep, 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet That death hath lost its venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, 4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me Waiting the summons from on high. 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee From which none ever wakes to weep. 803 LET no tears to-day be shed; Alleluia ! 2 Not salvation hardly won, 3 But the pity of the Lord Gives His child a full reward; 7,7,4. 4 Grants the prize without the course; Crowns, without the battle's force. Alleluia ! 5 God, who loveth innocence, Hastes to take His darling hence, 6 Christ, when this sad life is done, Alleluia! 7 And in Thine own tender love, Bring us to the ranks above. Alleluia ! Anon. Paris Missal. Tr. R. F. Littledale. 804 S. M. IT is not death to die; To leave this weary road, And 'midst the brotherhood on high 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 4 It is not death to fling And rise, on strong exulting wing, 5 Jesus, Thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die; Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, 805 H. A. C. Malan. Tr. G. W. Bethune. 7,8,7,8,7,7. GENTLE Shepherd, Thou hast stilled 2 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. 3 Ah, Lord Jesus, grant that we That its heavenly food are giving: 806 7,7,7,7,8,8. NOW THE laborer's task is o'er; Lands the voyager at last. 2 There the tears of earth are dried; 3 There the sinful souls, that turn Father, in Thy gracious keeping |