["Rest comes at length; though life be long and Happy souls, their praises flow Hymns dreary, Even in this vale of woe; The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Waters in the desert rise, \u201cEarth to earth, and dust to dust\u201d Faith\u2019s journey ends in welcome to the weary, Manna feeds them from the skies; Calmly now the word we stay And Heav\u2019n, the heart\u2019s true home, will come at On they go from strength to strength Leaving him to sleep in trust Last Till they reach Thy throne at length, Till the resurrection day Angels! Sing on, your faithful watches keeping, At Thy feet adoring fall, Father in thy gracious keeping Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Who hast led them safe through all. Leave we now thy servant sleeping. Till morning\u2019s joy shall end the night of weeping. Lord, be mine this prize to win; A&M Hymn 477 And life\u2019s long shadows break in cloudless love. Guide me through a world of sin, The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended, A&M 240 Keep me by Thy saving grace, the darkness falls at Thy behest; Pleasant are Thy courts above Give me at Thy side a place. to Thee our morning hymns ascended, In the land of light and love; Sun and shield alike Thou art; Thy praise shall sanctify our rest. Pleasant are Thy courts below Guide and guard my erring heart. We thank Thee that Thy Church, unsleeping In this land of sin and woe. Grace and glory flow from Thee; while earth rolls onward into light, O my spirit longs and faints Shower, O shower them, Lord, on me through all the world her watch is keeping For the converse of Thy saints, \u2003 and rests not now by day or night. For the brightness of Thy face, A&M HYMN 401 As over continent and island For Thy fullness, God of grace. Now the labourer\u2019s task is o\u2019er; The dawn leads to another day, Happy birds that sing and fly Now the battle day is past; the voice of prayer is never silent, Round Thy altars, O Most High; Now upon the farther shore nor dies the strain of praises away. Happier souls that find a rest Lands the voyager at last So be it, Lord! Thy throne shall never, In a heavenly Father\u2019s breast! FATHER, in thy gracious keeping like earth\u2019s proud empires, pass away; Like the wandering dove that found Leave we now thy servant sleeping. Thy kingdom stands and grows forever No repose on earth around, There the tears of earth are dried Till all Thy creatures own Thy way. They can to their ark repair There the hidden things are clear And enjoy it ever there. There the work of life is tried 51 By the juster judge than here Father, in thy gracious keeping Leaving we now thy servant sleeping.","Hymns A&M Hymn 373 God moves in a mysterious way A&M HYMN 27 His wonders to perform; ABIDE with me; Fast falls the eventide He plants His footsteps in the sea The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide and rides upon the storm. When other helpless fail and comforts flee Deep in unfathomable mines Help Of the helpless, O abide with me. of never-failing skill; Swift to its close ebbs out life\u2019s little day; He treasures up his bright designs, Earth\u2019s joys grow dim, its glories pass away; and works His sov\u2019reign will. Change and decay in all around I see; Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; O Thou, Who changest not, abide with me. the clouds you so much dread I need Thy Presence every passing hour; are big with mercy and shall break What but Thy grace can foil the tempest\u2019s power? in blessings on your head. Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be? Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, Through cloud and sunshine, LORD, abide with but trust Him for His grace; me. behind a frowning providence I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless; He hides a smiling face. His have no weight, and tears no bitterness; His purposes will ripen fast, Where is death\u2019s sting? Where, Grave, thy victory? unfolding ev\u2019ry hour; I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. the bud may have a bitter taste, Hold Thou Thy Cross before my closing eyes; but sweet will be the flow\u2019r. Shine through the gloom, and point me to the Blind unbelief is sure to err, skies; and scan His work in vain; Heav\u2019n\u2019s morning breaks, and earth\u2019s vain God is His own interpreter, shadows flee, and He will make it plain. In life, in death, O LORD, abide with me. 52","53","Appreciation The entire family of MRS. PERPETUA THEODORA AFUA AYEBEA AGYEMFRA (NEE AWUAH-LARTEY) is immensely grateful for the show of love and support in their moment of grief. God richly bless and keep you, and cause His face to shine upon your life! QR CODE ePUB SCAN ME www.typecompany.com"]
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