2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness closed, And dumb th' instructive tongue? 3 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, His teaching to impart: Lord, be our Leader and our Guide, And rule and keep our heart. 4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives, Who lives for evermore. 600. 7s. & 6s. M. C. Wesley. Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend. 1 Farewell, thou once a mortal, Our poor, afflicted friend; Go, pass the heavenly portal, To God, thy glorious end. 2 The Author of thy being Hath summoned thee away; And faith is lost in seeing, And night in endless day. 3 With those that went before thee, The saints of ancient days, Who shine in sacred story, Thy soul hath found its place. 4 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; That--we alone must bear; They cannot, cannot leave thee, Thy kind companions there. 5 From all thy care and sorrow Thou art escaped to-day; And we shall mount to-morrow, And soar to thee away. 601. 7s. M. C. Wesley. The Christian's Death. 1 Lo! the prisoner is released, Lightened of his fleshly load; Where the weary are at rest, He is gathered unto God: Lo! the pain of life is past, And his warfare now is o'er; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more, 2 Yes! the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the crown is won, Death is swallowed up of life; Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth his spirit flies To the Lord he loved, and sings Triumphing in paradise. 3 Join we then with one accord In the new and joyful song; Absent from our glorious Lord We shall not continue long: We shall quit the house of clay, Better joys with him to share; We shall see the realms of day, We shall meet our brethren there. 602. C. M. Knowles. The Mourner Comforted. 1 O, weep not for the joys that fade Like evening lights away, For hopes that, like the stars decayed, Have left thy mortal day; The clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; For bliss awaits the holy heart, Amid the bowers of heaven. 2 O weep not for the friends that pass Into the lonely grave, As breezes sweep the withered grass Along the restless wave; For though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given; Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoin in heaven. 603. C. M. Wilson. Consolations in Bereavement.