Memoir and remains of the Rev. James D. Burns ... By the late Rev. James Hamilton [i.e. J. D. Burns] |
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MOURNER IN THE DUST LOW-LYING. |
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MOURNER IN THE DUST LOW-LYING.
Mourner in the dust low-lying,
Longing till the night be o'er,
Hark! a voice to thine replying,
Bids thee rise and weep no more.
Hour by hour, as one forsaken,
Thou hast shed thy silent tears;
Now thy God bids hope awaken,
Thy Redeemer chides thy fears.
Longing till the night be o'er,
Hark! a voice to thine replying,
Bids thee rise and weep no more.
Hour by hour, as one forsaken,
Thou hast shed thy silent tears;
Now thy God bids hope awaken,
Thy Redeemer chides thy fears.
Long thy weary heart hath number'd
All the watches of the night;
Long hast thou, while others slumber'd,
Trimm'd thy lamp and kept it bright.
Now the morning star appearing,
Leads the day-spring up the skies;
Heavenly hopes thy heart are cheering,
Endless glory glads thine eyes.
All the watches of the night;
Long hast thou, while others slumber'd,
Trimm'd thy lamp and kept it bright.
Now the morning star appearing,
Leads the day-spring up the skies;
Heavenly hopes thy heart are cheering,
Endless glory glads thine eyes.
Lo! thy Lord so long departed,
Turns thy darkness into day,
Comes to heal the broken-hearted,
And to wipe thy tears away.
Ceased are now thy grief and sighing,
Now thine anxious watch is o'er;
God's own voice to thine replying,
Bids thee rise and weep no more.
Turns thy darkness into day,
Comes to heal the broken-hearted,
And to wipe thy tears away.
Ceased are now thy grief and sighing,
Now thine anxious watch is o'er;
God's own voice to thine replying,
Bids thee rise and weep no more.
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