George Barnes, item 12

• March 10, 2017 23:12:53 Susan Harding

  POSTING OF SENTRIES AT THE MEMORIAL

  
  

  HYMN (Part II).

  
  

  mf     O BLEST communion! fellowship divine!

  We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;

  cr     Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.

                                             Alleluia!

  p     And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long,

  Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song,

  cr     And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.

                                              Alleluia!

  mf      The golden evening brightens in the west;

  Soon, soon to faithful warriors comes their rest;

  p     Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.

                                              Alleluia!

  f     But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;

  The Saints triumphant rise in bright array:

  The King of glory passes on His way.

                                                Alleluia!

  ff     From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast

  Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host

  Singing to FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST.

                                                                 Alleluia!     Amen.

  
  

  THE ADDRESS.

  By Maj.-Gen. Sir F. H. Sykes, G.B.E., K.C.B., C.M.G.

  
  

  HYMN.

  mf     ABIDE with me; fast falls the eventide;

  The darkness deepens ; LORD, with me abide!

  When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

  f     Help of the helpless, (p) O abide with me.

  
  

  p     Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

  Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;

  Change and decay in all around I see;

  mf     O Thou Who changest not, (p) abide with me.

  
  

  mf     I need Thy presence, every passing hour;

  cr     What but Thy grave can foil the tempter's power?

  Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?

  f     Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, (p) abide with me.

  
  

  f     I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;

  Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;

  Where is death's sting? where, grave, they victory?

  I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

  
  

  p     Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes;

  cr     Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;

  f     Heaven's moring breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

  In life, (p) in death, O LORD, (cr) abide with me.

                                                                                 Amen.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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