3 Rest, spirit free! In the green pastures of the heavenly shore, Where sin and sorrow can approach no more; With all the flock by the Good Shepherd fed, Beside the streams of life eternal led, For ever with thy God and Saviour blest, Rest, sweetly rest! 797 P. M. The bright and morning star. Rev. 22:16. Star of morn and even, Sun of Heaven’s heaven, Saviour high and dear, Toward us turn thine ear; Through whate’er may come, Thou canst lead us home. 2 Though the gloom be grievous, Those we leant on leave us, Though the coward heart Quit its proper part, Though the tempter come, Thou wilt lead us home. 3 Saviour pure and holy, Lover of the lowly, Sign us with thy sign, Take our hands in thine; Take our hands and come, Lead thy children home! 4 Star of morn and even, Shine on us from heaven; From thy glory-throne Hear thy very own! Lord and Saviour, come, Lead us to our home! 798 P. M. I will not let thee go. I will not let thee go; thou help in time of need, Heap ill on ill, I trust thee still, E’en when it seems as thou wouldst slay indeed! Do as thou wilt with me, I yet will cling to thee, Hide thou thy face; yet, help in time of need, I will not let thee go! 2 I will not let thee go; should I forsake my bliss? No, Lord, thou’rt mine, And I am thine: Thee will I hold when all things else I miss; Though dark and sad the night, Joy cometh with thy light, O thou my Sun; should I forsake my bliss? I will not let thee go! 3 I will not let thee go, my God, my Life, my Lord! Not death can tear Me from his care, Who for my sake his soul in death outpoured. Thou diedst for love to me, I say in love to thee, E’en when my heart shall break, my God, my Life, my Lord, I will not let thee go! 799 7s, peculiar. They shall never perish. John 10:28. Now as long as here I roam, On this earth have house and home, Shall the light of love from thee Shine through all my memory, To my God I yet will cling, All my life the praises sing That from thankful hearts outspring. 2 Every sorrow, every smart, That the Father’s loving heart Hath appointed me of yore, Or hath yet for me in store, As my life flows on I’ll take Calmly, gladly for his sake, No more faithless murmurs make.