3 The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain ;
We touch him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.
4 Through him the first fond prayers are said,
Our lips of childhood frame ;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are buidened with his name.
5 O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own thy sway, we hear thy call,
We test our lives by thine !
14 (Holley, 7s.) G. 11. Doane.
i Softly now the light of day
Fades upon my sight away ;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with thee.
2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,
Open (ault, and secret sin.
3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall forever pass a.vay :
Then, from sin and sorrow free,
Take me, Lord, to dwell .with thee.
4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then from thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.