Object of my first desire, Jesus, crucified for me! Only to be found in Thee : Thee to see, and Thee to love, Lord, it is not life to live, If Thy presence Thou deny; Every object teems with joy ; Real bliss I then shall prove ; Heaven below, and Heaven above. TOPLADY. LOVE OF GOD. OH! never, never canst thou know The pangs of that mysterious woe Yes! man for man perchance may brave And friend for friend, or child for sire, A sweet but solitary beam, An emanation from above, That love, whose praise, with quenchless fire, DALE. FUNERAL DIRGE. DEAR as thou wert, and justly dear, One thought shall check the starting tear, And thus shall Faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain; Oh! who that saw thy parting hour, Could wish thee here again ? Triumphant in thy closing eye, Sustained by Grace Divine ; Oh! may such grace on me be shed, And make my end like thine! DALE CHILDREN OF LIGHT. WALK in the light! so shalt thou know That fellowship of love His spirit only can bestow Who reigns in light above. Walk in the light! and sin, abhorred, Shall ne'er defile again; The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord Walk in the light! and thou shalt find Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, Walk in the light! and thou shalt own Thy darkness passed away, Because that light hath on thee shone Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb Glory shall chase away its gloom, For Christ hath conquered there! BARTON. THE CHRISTIAN'S TRIUMPH. LAY down the shield, and quit the sword, And swiftly toward the glowing east Angelic guards wait with the day Thy crown of light to bring,"O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?" Bravely hast thou upheld thy shield, And followed in yon dreadful field The hour of rest approaches nigh, They come they come! and high in air Who overthrew, in glorious war, The World, the Grave, and Death. There, there they wait to welcome thee, And high their triumphs ring : "O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?" Thus swiftly passed the heavenly band, And soon the city gained; The soldier from his Sovereign's hand But still, as heavenly gales went by, And thus, when all our toils are o'er, The closing of the war. "O Death! where is thy sting? " And we shall, on the mount of God, This song of joy shall ring, "O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?" J. G. B. PEGG. FUNERAL ANTHEM. BROTHER, thou art gone before us, And from care and fear released, The toilsome way thou'st travelled o’er, But Christ hath taught thy languid feet Thou'rt sleeping now like Lazarus, Upon his father's breast, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest. |