Oh, fear not Him who walks the stormy wave; 'Tis not a spectre, but the Lord. Trust then in Him who overcame the grave, The powers of hell! Heed not the monster grim, Look not so fondly back on this false earth; Say, would the worm forego its second birth, That gives it wings to try a world unknown, But thou art not alone: on either side The portal, friends stand guard; To trust our Maker with the soul He gave, Into His hands commit thy trembling spirit, Oh, give Him love for love, and sweetly fall LXXXII. Oн come, Thou wounded Lamb of God, Oh take our hearts, and let them be How can it be, Thou Heavenly King, O Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, First-born of many brethren Thou, To Thee both earth and heaven must bow: Help us to Thee our all to give; Thine let us die, Thine let us live! LXXXIII. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, Strong in the strength which God supplies Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in His mighty power: Stand then in His great might, That, having all things done, Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, Stand, then, against your foes In close and firm array: |