1 Great God! what do I see and hear! The trumpet sounds! the graves restore 520. P. M. 1 Lord! thou hast been Thy people's rest Thou, ere the mountains sprang to birth, 2 The sons of men return to clay When Thou the word hast spoken, Gone, like a dream when broken: 3 Lo! Thou hast set before Thine eyes 4 Lord! teach us so to mark our days, 521. C. M. 1 Lord! I believe a rest remains 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Father! now the power bestow, 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of Faith impart, 1 Lowly and solemn be Thy children's cry to Thee, A hymn of suppliant breath, 2 O Father! in that hour, When spear, and shield, and crown, 3 By him who bowed to take 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Thine, only Thine! 1 Call them from the dead, For our eyes to see: Prophet-bards, whose awful word Shook the Earth, "Thus saith the Lord, And made the idols flee: A glorious company! 2 Call them from the dead, 3 For our eyes to see: Sons of wisdom, song, and power, Giving earth her richest dower, And making nations free : A glorious company! Call them from the dead, Forms of beauty, love, and grace, That made it life to be: A blessed company! Vain the call will be: But the hand of Death shall lay, OCCASIONAL HYMNS. 524. C. M. 1 Our Father! through the coming year We know not what shall be; But we would leave, without a fear, 2 It may be we shall toil in vain For what the world holds fair; 3 It may be it shall darkly blend 4 It may be it shall bring us days |