Lyra Consolationis; Or, Hymns for the Day of Sorrow & Weariness (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866 Excerpt: ...for a faith unshaken; Jesus has kept me in his close embrace. "Good night," beloved; when again I waken I shall indeed behold Him " face to face " Rest, weary soul The penalty is borne, the ransom paid, For all thy sins full satisfaction made; Strive not thyself to do what Christ has done: Take the free gift, and make the joy thine own. No more by pangs of guilt and fear distrest--Rest, sweetly rest. Rest, weary heart From all thy silent griefs, and secret pain, Thy profitless regrets and longings vain; Wisdom and love have ordered all the past, All shall be blessedness and light at last: Cast off the cares that have so long opprest--Rest, sweetly rest. Rest, weary head Lie down to slumber in the peaceful tomb, Light from above has broken through its gloom; REST, WEARY SOUL. 155 Here, in the place where once thy Saviour lay, Where He shall wake thee on a future day, Like a tired child upon its mother's breast--Rest, sweetly rest. Rest, spirit free In the green pasture 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. Anon. HOW LONG? The tear will fall, O Father, When I see Those curious glances Fixed on me. How long this cross, my Saviour, must I bear 1 "Until thine eyes no more can shed a tear." The flush will rise, O Father, When I hear Those rude, insulting words--The bitter jeer. How long, O Lord, must I, with trembling, fear? "Till thou these mocking words no more canst hear " Sad are my thoughts, O Father, Well I know, Ofttimes neglects are mine, From this deep woe. How long, kind Parent, must I check each sob 1 "Until thy heart no more with pa...