O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? No sun by day shines there, No moon by silent night; Oh, no! these needless are— The Lamb's the city's light. O happy place! When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face? The Lamb's apostles there When shall I be, My God, with Thee, To see Thy face. "He giveth His Beloved sleep." 173 “HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP.” UN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, When with dear friends sweet talk I hold, Let not my heart within me burn, When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me from morn till eve, Thou Framer of the light and dark, We are in port if we have Thee. If some poor wandering child of Thine Watch by the sick; enrich the poor Come near and bless us when we wake, We lose ourselves in heaven above. "SERVANT OF GOD, WELL DONE!” HOU, too, art gone to rest, Where all the pious dead In peace and patience wait the call Thy battle scenes are o'er, Thy palm of victory won; And, hark! a Voice from heaven proclaims "Servant of God, well done!" Thy life was long and bright, And crowned with deeds of love I will not blaze them to the world, The evening of thy day Shed forth a golden beam; 'Twas full of faith, and hope, and love, And Jesus was the theme. "Servant of God, well done!" 175 On His all-powerful Arm Thy parting spirit stayed, Who has the keys of Death and Hell, And will recall the dead. There, there, in endless bliss, To spend eternal years— Released in full from this vain world For thou hast borne the heat And the Chief Shepherd leads thee now There flowers immortal bloom, To charm the ravished sight; And Palms and Harps await for those For they shall sing the song Of Moses, long foretold, When they have passed those pearly gates, And streets of burnished gold. The glories of the Lamb, Their rapturous strains shall raise— Eternal ages shall record His love, His power, His praise. "SURELY I COME QUICKLY." PER the distant mountains breaking, On His bright returning way. O Thou long expected, weary Waits mine anxious soul for Thee; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where Thy light I do not see. O my Saviour, When wilt Thou return to me? Long, too long, in sin and sadness, O my Saviour, When shall I be wholly Thine? Nearer is my soul's salvation; Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, In Thy bright and promised land. |