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This book is all that's left me now
Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1410 (1886) Topics: Bible Songs Special Selections Lyrics: 1 This book is all that's left me now,
Tears will unbidden start;
With faltering lip and throbbing brow,
I press it to my heart;
For many generations past
Here is our family tree;
My mother's hands this Bible clasped;
She, dying, gave it to me.
2 Ah! well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear;
Who round the hearth stone used to close,
After the evening prayer,
And speak of what these pages said,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Tho' they are with the silent dead
Yet are they living still.
3 My father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters, dear;
How calm was my poor mother's look,
Who loved God's word to hear.
Her angel face I see it yet!
What thronging memories come!
Again that little group is met,
Within the walls of home.
4 Thou truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I've tried;
When all were false I've found thee true
My counsellor and guide.
The mines of earth no treasures give
That could this volume buy
In teaching me the way to live,
It taught me how to die. Tune Title: MY MOTHER'S BIBLE
This book is all that's left me now
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1411 (1886) Topics: Bible Songs Special Selections Lyrics: 1 Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven;
Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us;
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil;
For thine is the kingdom, and the power and the glory, forever. Amen. Amen. Tune Title: THE LORD'S PRAYER
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Away from his home and the friends of his youth
Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1412 (1886) Topics: Bible Songs Special Selections Lyrics: 1 Away from his home and the friends of his youth,
He hastened, the herald of mercy and truth;
For the love of his Lord, and to seek for the lost;
Soon, alas! was his fall; but he died at his post.
Soon, alas! was his fall; but he died at his post.
2 The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest bloom,
One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb:
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier, he died at his post.
3 He wept not, himself, that his warfare was done:
The battle was fought, and the victory won;
But he whispered of those whom his heart loved the most,
"Tell my brethren for me, that I died at my post."
4 He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse;
He asked not that fame should his merits rehearse;
But he asked as a boon, this he coveted most
That his brethren might know that he died at his post.
5 How can we the words of our brother forget?
Oh, no! they are fresh in our memory yet:
And example so sacred shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work we will die at our post. Tune Title: FAITHFUL SENTINEL
Away from his home and the friends of his youth
Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead
Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1413 (1886) Topics: Bible Songs Special Selections Lyrics: 1 Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead,
Where the warrior has lain, let the Christian be laid;
No place more befitting O Rock of the sea!
Never such treasure was hidden in thee.
Never such treasure was hidden in thee.
2 Mournfully, tenderly, solemn and slow,
Tears are bedewing the path as we go;
Kindred and strangers are mourners to-day,
Gently, so gently, O! bear her away.
3 Mournfully, tenderly, gaze on that brow,
Beautiful is it in quietude now:
One look! and then settle the loved to her rest,
The ocean beneath her, the turf on her breast.
4 So have ye buried her up! and depart,
To life and to duty with undismayed heart:
Fear not for the love of the stranger will keep,
The casket that lies in the Rock of the deep.
5 Peace to thy bosom, thou servant of God!
The vale thou art treading, before, thou hast trod:
Precious dust thou hast laid by the Hopia tree,
And treasure as precious in the Rock of the sea! Tune Title: THE BURIAL OF MRS. JUDSON
Mournfully, tenderly, bear on the dead
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