11-Hymns For Sick-Room, Funerals

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S. M. D.

1 I WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold, I did not love my Shepherd’s voice, I would not be controlled, I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, I did not love my Father’s voice I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child, He followed me o er vale and hill O er deserts waste and wild, He found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone; He bound me with the bands of love, He saved the wandering one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is;

“Twas he that loved my soul, Twas he that washed me in his blood, Twas he that made me whole, Twas he that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep, Twas he that brought me to the fold Tis he that still doth keep.

4 No more a wandering sheep, I love to be controlled.

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I love ray tender Shepherd’s voice, I love the peaceful fold, No more a wayward child, I seek uo more to roam;

I love my heavenly Father’s voice, I love, I love his home!

7s D.

1 JESUS, lover of my soul!

Let me to thy bosom fly While the billows near me roll, “While the tempest still is high; Hide me, my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah I leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.

All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want, More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick and lead the blind Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness;

HYMNS FOR THE SICK-ROOM. 117 False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.

I Plenteous grace with thee is found Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within.

Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

7s, 6 lines.

1 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me!

Let me hide myself in thee; Let the water and the blood From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure; Cleanse me from its guilt and power 2 Not the labors of my hands Can fulfill thy law’s demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress, Helpless, look to thee for grace Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour! or I die.

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4 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyelids close in death, When I soar through worlds unknown See thee on thy judgment throne; Rock of Ages, cleft for mel Let me hide myself in thee.

6s and 4s.

1 MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine!

Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, Oh, let me, from this day, Be wholly thine.

2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire; As thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to thee Pure, warm and changeless be, A living fire.

8 While life’s dark maze I tread And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow’s tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

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4 When ends life’s transient dream, When death’s cold, sullen stream, Shall o er me roll, Blest Saviour! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove; Oh, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul.

HYMNS FOR FUNERALS. c. M. do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death’s alarms?

Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move? Nor should we wish the hours more slow To keep us from our love.

3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.

4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest But vith their dying Head?

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6 Thence he arose, ascended high, And showed our feet the way; Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly At the great rising day.

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sounu.. And bid our kindred rise; Awake, ye nations under ground; Ye saints, ascend the skies.

C. M.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labors have an end. In joy and peace and thee?

2 There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats! through rude and stormy scene* I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay?

I ve Canaan’s goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.

4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand, And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band.

.”> Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end When I thy joys shall see.

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7s and 6s.

1 RISE, iny soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things Toward heaven, thy native place.

Sun and moon and stars decay;

Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun, Both speed them to their source. So a soul that’s born of God Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn j Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return, Triumphant in the skies.

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