3 Though unseen, be ever near us, With the still small voice of love, Whisp'ring words of peace to cheer us, Ev'ry doubt and fear remove. 4 Bring before us all the story Of thy life, and death of woe; And, with hopes of endless glory, Wean our hearts from all below. Edward Denny, 1839. 480 Arlington. C.M. _Remembering Christ._ (958) That dreadful night before his death, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Did, almost with his dying breath, This solemn feast ordain. 2 To keep the feast, Lord, we have met, And to remember thee; Help each poor trembler to repeat-- For me he died, for me. 3 Thy suff'rings, Lord, each sacred sign To our remembrance brings; We eat the bread and drink the wine, But think on nobler things. 4 Oh, tune our tongues, and set in frame Each heart that pants for thee, To sing, Hosanna to the Lamb, The Lamb that died for me. Joseph Hart, d. 1768 481 Till He Come. 7s. _The Coming Joy._ "Till he come!" oh, let the words Linger on the trembling chords, Let the "little while" between In their golden light be seen; Let us think how heav'n and home Lie beyond that "Till he come!" 2 When the weary ones we love Enter on that rest above, When their words of love and cheer Fall no longer on our ear, Hush! be ev'ry murmur dumb, It is only "Till he come!" 3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? All the sharpness of the cross, All that tells the world is loss, Death, and darkness, and the tomb Pain us only "Till he come!" 4 See, the feast of love is spread, Drink the wine and eat the bread: Sweet memorials, till the Lord Call us round his heavn'ly board; Some from earth, from glory some, Severed only "Till he come!" E.H.B. Bickersteth, 1861. 482 Arlington. C.M. _Baptized into His Death._ (945) We long to move and breathe in thee, Inspired with thine own breath, To live thy life, O Lord, and be Baptized into thy death. 2 Thy death to sin we die below, But we shall rise in love; We here are planted in thy woe, But we shall bloom above. 3 Above we shall thy glory share, As we thy cross have borne; E'en we shall crowns of honor wear, When we the thorns have worn. 483 Arlington. C.M. _Baptism of Children._ (948) Our children, Lord, in faith and prayer We now devote to thee; Let them thy covenant mercies share, And thy salvation see. 2 In early days their hearts secure From worldly snares, we pray; And let them to the end endure In every righteous way. 3 Grant us before them, Lord, to live In holy faith and fear; And then to heaven our souls receive And bring our children there. 484 Thanatopsis. S.M. _Dying, not Death._ (1088) It is not death to die,-- To leave this weary road, And, midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose To spend eternal years.