“Once they were mourners here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

“I ask them whence their victory came: 
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

“They marked the footsteps that he trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
Possessed the promised rest.

“Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.”

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“With heart and hands, and lifted eyes,
I’ll praise thee while I’ve life and breath;
And, while my loosened spirit flies,
I’ll gasp thy praise in very death.

“Faith fain would say, in cheerful mood,
Thy name be glorified,
By leading through the swelling flood,
Or through the channel dried.

“If grace in time of need I have,
And strength as is my day,
I’ll triumph through the foaming wave,
As through the side-walled way.”

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“I’ll praise my Maker while I’ve breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my noblest powers;
My days of praise shall ne’er be past,
“While life and thought and being last. 
And immortality endures.”

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“My God, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

“Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine by sacred ties,
Thy child, thy servant, bought with blood.

“With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look;
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.”

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“Jesus, the weary wanderer’s rest,
Give grace thy sovereign will to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With holy love and lowly fear.

“Thankful, I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill;
Though bitter to the taste it be,
It has a sovereign power to heal.

“Be thou a Rock of ages nigh;
My saved soul on thee alone
Shall safely rest, and fears shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.

“Speak to my troubled conscience peace;
Say to my trembling heart, Be still;
My power thy strength and fortress is. 
Amen, to all thy sovereign will.

“O Death, where is thy sting? where now
Thy boasted victory, O grave? 
Who shall contend with God, or who
Condemn whom he delights to save.”

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“How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear: 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

“It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary, rest.