What is our duty here? to tend
From good to better, thence to best:
Grateful to drink life's cup-then bend
Unmurmuring to our bed of rest;
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My task of duty's done,
The glorious fight is won,
My course is finished-and I look on high:
And now, Almighty Lord!
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Is it not death to summon all
The records of the past-to call,
From every niche in Memory's hall,
The fancies of departed hours,
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O sweet and sacred is the rest
Round the departed Christian's breast;
Serene the pillow of his head,
And sanctified his funeral bed.
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Close the sabbath-day in joy,
Close the sabbath-day in praise;
O how lovely the employ,
Anthems in God's name to raise!
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The restless-restless sea,
By night,-by day,-in ebb and flow,-
Yet every shifting tide, we know,
Is driven by that eternal law
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He is not here-He is not here-
Could death the Son of Life imprison?
Now check the sigh and wipe the tear,
For lo! the Lord, the Lord is risen.
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Not in shifting undulations
Has the word of God been spoken,
But in constant revelations,
Never silent, never broken.
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'Tis the same great all-influencing Cause,
The source of those inexorable laws
Which gives its motion to the mountain rill,
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