1073.

(Part 1.) L. M.

1. Of all the thoughts of God, that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,

Along the Psalmist's music deep-
Now tell me if that any is,

For gift or grace surpassing this-
"He giveth His beloved sleep?"

2. His dews drop mutely on the hillHis cloud above it saileth stillThough on its slope men toil and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, "He giveth His beloved sleep."

3. And friends, dear friends! when it shall be, That this low breath is gone from meWhen round my bier ye come to weep; Let one, most loving of you all, Say "Not a tear must o'er her fall," "He giveth His beloved sleep.

MRS. BROWNING.

1074. (Part 2.) L. M.

1. WHAT would we give to our beloved?
The hero's heart to be unmoved-

The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep-
The senate's shout to patriot vows--
The monarch's crown to light the brows?
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

2. "Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say,
But have no power to charm away
Sad dreams that through the eyelids
creep;

But never doleful dream again
Shall break their happy slumber, when
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

3. O earth, so full of dreary noise!
O men, with wailing in your voice!
O delved gold, the wailer's heap!
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,
And giveth His beloved sleep!

4. Yea! men may wonder while they scanA living, thinking, feeling man

In such a rest his heart to keep!
But angels say-and through the word,
I ween, their blessed smile is heard-
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

MRS. BROWNING.

1075. L. M.

1. THE mourners came, at break of day,
Unto the garden sepulcher,
With saddened hearts, to weep and pray
For him, the loved one, buried there.

2. At evening time, let there be light;
Stormy and dark hath been my day;
Yet rose the morn divinely bright-
Dews, birds, and blossoms, cheered the
way;

O, for one sweet, one parting ray-
At evening time, let there be light.

3. At evening time, there shall be light, For God hath spoken-it must be; Fear, doubt, and anguish take their flight, His glory now is risen on me; Mine eyes shall His salvation see; 'Tis evening time-and there is light.

1077. L. M.

1. ОH! strange infirmity! to think
That He will leave my soul to sink
In hopeless darkness and distress-
Who has appeared in times of old,
Who saved me while the billows rolled,
And cheered me with His loving grace

2. What sweeter pledge could God bestow,
Of help in future scenes of woe,
Than grace and joy already given?
But unbelief, that hateful thing,
Oft makes me sigh, when I should sing
Of peace and confidence in heaven!

2. The dead in Christ shall first arise,
At the last trumpet's sounding,
Caught up to meet Him in the skies,
With joy their Lord surrounding:
No gloomy fears their souls dismay,
His presence sheds eternal day

On those prepared to meet Him.
3. But sinners, filled with guilty fears,
Behold His wrath prevailing;
For they shall rise, and find their tears
And sighs are unavailing:
The day of grace is past and gone;
Trembling they stand before the throne,
All unprepared to meet Him.

4. Great God, what do I see and hear!
The end of things created!
The Judge of man I see appear,
On clouds of glory seated:
Beneath His cross I view the day
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
And thus prepare to meet Him.

1079. L. M.

1. THE Lord will come; the earth shall quake,
The hills their fixed seat forsake;
And, withering, from the vault of night
The stars withdraw their feeble light.

2. The Lord will come, but not the same
As once in lowly form He came:
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.

3. The Lord will come-a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of human kind.

4. Can this be He who wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world's highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride?
O God, is this the Crucified?

5. While sinners in despair shall call,
"Rocks, hide us! mountains, on us fall!"
The saints, ascending from the tomb,
Shall joyful sing-"The Lord is come!"

1080. L. M.

BISHOP HEBER.

1. SHALL man, O God of light and life! For ever molder in the grave? Canst Thou forget Thy glorious work, Thy promise, and Thy power to save? 2. In those dark, silent realms of night, Shall peace and hope no more arise? No future morning light the tomb,

Nor day-star gild the darksome skies? 3. Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears! When Christ, our Lord, from darkness

sprang,

Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praise and wonder

rang.

4. Faith sees the bright eternal doors Unfold to make her children way; They shall be clothed with endless life, And shine in everlasting day.

5. The trump shall sound-the dead shall wake,

From the cold tomb the slumberers spring;

Through heaven, with joy, their myriads rise,

And hail their Saviour and their King.

DWIGHT.

1081. L. M. 6 lines.

1. O FOR those solitary hours,

When grace descends in silent showers;
When all the Visible withdraws
In solemn, fitful, awful pause;
And memory, like a glassy sea,
Looks up in calmness, Lord, to Thee!

2. Then, let Thine image on this heart
Be deeply felt in every part:
Each motion of the will subdue-
Inform, correct, instruct, renew;
The motives guide-the thoughts refine,
Thyself the type, from line to line!

3. Eternal, brooding, glorious Dove!
Breathe sweetly from Thy throne above:
The might of every wave control-
Be Thou the conscience of my soul;
Till self-absorbed, I sit and sing
Beneath the shadow of Thy wing.

1082. L. M.

1. HE sendeth sun, He sendeth shower;
Alike they 're needful for the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

2. Can loving children e'er reprove

With murmurs whom they trust and love?
Creator! I would ever be

A trusting, loving child to Thee:
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

3. O ne'er will I at life repine!

Enough that Thou hast made it mine;
When falls the shadow cold of death,
I yet will sing, with parting breath-
As comes to me or shade or sun,
Father, Thy will, not mine, be done!

SARAH F. ADAMS.

1083. L. M.

1. WHY weep for those, frail child of woe, Who've fled and left thee mourning here!

Triumphant o'er their latest foe,

They glory in a brighter sphere.

2. Weep not for them; beside thee now Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow

O'er those who bliss of angels share. 3. Or round their Father's throne above, With raptured voice, His praise they sing,

Or on His messages of love

They journey with unwearied wing.

4. Space can not check, thought can not bound,

The high exulting souls, whom He, Who formed these million worlds around, Takes to His own eternity.

5. Then weep no more-their voices raise The song of triumph high to God, And, wouldst thou join their song of praise,

Walk humbly in the path they trod.

1084. L. M.

1. WHY should we start, and fear to die? What timorous worms we mortals are! Death is the gate of endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2. The pains, the groans, and dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
We still shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3. O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in
haste,

Fly, fearless, through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4. Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,

While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

1085. L. M.

WATTS.

1. THE great archangel's trump shall sound,
While twice ten thousand thunders roar,
Tear up the graves and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.

2. The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
The earth no more her slain conceal;
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.

3. But we who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness,
Stand as the Rock of Ages sure.

4. We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurled,
Shall stand unmoved amid them all,
And smile to see a burning world;

5. The earth and all the works therein
Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed;
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.

AZRAEL. L. M.

CH. BEECHER.

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2. Sleep shuns mine eyes-mine inner sight
Is turning dimly heaven-ward,
To that far land of love and light,
Where angels all the silent night
Earth's children guard.

3. My yearning soul would fain demand,
O, holy angels, pure and blest,
Where, 'mid yon happy, shining band,
In all the heavenly Father-land,
My lost ones rest!

4. Thou, who alone, when man forgot
His heavenly innocence, and fell!
Still pitying, lingered round the spot
To soothe the anguish of his lot-
Thou, Thou canst tell!

5. For Thou, with sweet and loving smile,
Didst gently lure them to Thy breast,
And bear them from this world of guile,
Thy pale, pure angel lips the while
Upon them prest.

6. Dark grew my soul-till down the air

Thy seraph-smile upon me fell!
And then I knew, from sin and care,
That thou my little ones didst bear
With God to dwell!

7. O, angel of the land of peace!

When wilt Thou ever come for me?
I fain would be where sorrows cease;
I dread no more Thy kind release;
I wait for Thee !

MRS. C. M. SAWYER.

1087. L. M.

1089. L. M.

1. FROM his low bed of mortal dust, Escap'd the prison of his clay, The new inheritant of bliss

To heaven directs his upward way.

2. Ye fields! that witnessed once his tears, Ye winds! that wafted oft his sighs, Ye mountains! where he breathed his

prayers

1092. L. M.

1. EARTH'S transitory things decay, Its pomps, its pleasures pass away; But the sweet memory of the good Survives in the vicissitude.

1. RETURN, my roving heart! return, And chase those shadowy forms no more Now seek, in solitude, to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.

2. O Thou great God! whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess;—
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,
And with Thy presence fill the place.

3. Through all the windings of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be cleansed and purified.

4. Oh! with the visits of Thy love,

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fixed His dwelling here.
DODDRIDGE.

Of golden light for ever shine;

1. WHEN life, as opening buds, is sweet,
And golden hopes the spirits greet,
And youth prepares his joys to meet,
Alas! how hard it is to die.

2. When scarce is seized some borrowed prize,
And duties press; and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise,

How awful, then, it is to die.

3. When, one by one, those ties are torn, And friend from friend is snatched forlorn, And man is left alone to mourn,

Ah! then, how easy 'tis to die.

4. When trembling limbs refuse their weight, And films, slow gathering, dim the sight, And clouds obscure the mental light,

'Tis nature's precious boon, to die.

5. When faith is strong, and conscience clear, And words of peace the spirit cheer, And visioned glories half appear, 'Tis joy, 't is triumph, then, to die.

MRS. BARBAULD.