He cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes.@John 11:43-44
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Hardwicke D. Rawnsley (1850-1920)

Hardwicke D. Rawnsley, 1922, alt.

Song 18 (Gibbons) Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Jesus Raising Lazarus from the Dead

Lord Jesu, who at Lazarus’ tomb
To weeping friends from death’s dark womb
Didst bring new joy to life,
Grant to the friends who stand forlorn
A vision of that larger morn
Where peace has conquered strife.

May we behold across the bar
The dear immortals as they are,
Empowered in act and will,
With purer eyes to see their King,
With fuller hearts His praise to sing,
With strength to help us still;

Not fettered now by fleshly bond,
But tireless in the great beyond,
And growing day by day.
Can we not make their gladness ours,
And share their thoughts, their added powers,
And follow as we pray?

O Holy Ghost, the strength and guide
Of those who to this earth have died,
But live more near to God,
Give us Thy grace to follow on,
Till we with them the crown have won
Who duty’s paths have trod.