9. In Holy Baptism long ago I joined me to the living Vine; Thou lovest me in Him, I know, In Him Thou dost accept me Thine. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 10. And I have eaten His own flesh And drunk His blood,—nor can I be Forsaken now nor doubt afresh I am in Him and He in me. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 11. Then death may come or tarry yet, I know in Christ I perish not; He never will His own forget, He gives me robes without a spot. My God, for Jesus’ sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 12. And thus I live in God at peace And die without a thought of fear, Content to take what God decrees, For through His Son my faith is clear. His grace shall be in death my stay, And peace shall bless my dying day. Countess Emilie Juliane, 1686; C. Winkworth, tr., 1858, a. 545 L. M. 6 l I fall asleep in Jesus’ wounds, There pardon for my sins abounds; Yea, Jesus’ blood and righteousness My jewels are, my glorious dress, Wherein before my God I’ll stand When I shall reach the heavenly land. 2. With peace and joy I now depart, God’s child I am with all my heart; I thank thee, Death, thou leadest me To that true life where I would be. So cleansed by Christ, I fear not death. Lord Jesus, strengthen Thou my faith! Probably Paul Eber, † 1569; C. Winkworth, 1869, tr., a. 546 7, 7, 7, 5 When the day of toil is done, When the race of life is run, Father, grant Thy wearied one Rest forevermore. 2. When the strife of sin is stilled, When the foe within is killed, Be Thy gracious word fulfilled, “Peace forevermore.” 3. When the darkness melts away At the breaking of the day, Bid us hail the cheering ray, Light forevermore. 4. When the heart, by sorrow tried, Feels at length its throbs subside, Bring us where all tears are dried, Joy forevermore. 5. When for vanished days we yearn, Days that never can return, Teach us in Thy love to learn Love forevermore. 6. When the breath of life is flown, When the grave must claim its own, Lord of life, be ours Thy crown,— Life forevermore. J. Ellerton, 1871. 547 10, 10, 5, 10 O how blest are ye whose toils are ended! Who through death have unto God ascended! Ye have arisen From the cares which keep us still in prison.