4 The kingdom of established peace, Which can no more remove; The perfect powers of godliness, Th' omnipotence of love.



492. S. M. Watts.

Seeking God.

1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.

2 My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy does implore; Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more.

3 For life, without thy love, No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord.

4 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.



493. L. M. Montgomery.

"O God, my soul thirsteth for thee."

1 O God! thou art my God alone; Early to thee my soul shall cry, A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

2 Yet through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on thee, my God; Thine hand unseen upholds my ways; I lean upon thy staff and rod.

3 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light; Thy guardian wings are round my head.

4 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee?



494. C. M. Doddridge.

The Knowledge of God.

1 Shine forth, Eternal Source of light! And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight With lustre all thine own.

2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise Is in thy presence lost.

3 To know the Author of our frame Is our sublimest skill; True science is to read thy name, True life to obey thy will.

4 For this I long, for this I pray, And following on pursue, Till visions of eternal day Fix and complete the view.



495. L. M. 6l. Addison.

God our Shepherd.

1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, Or on the thirsty mountains pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads My weary, wandering steps he leads, Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still. Thy friendly staff shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.

4 Though, in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,— The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned And streams shall murmur all around.



496. S. M. Patrick

The Fatherly Love of God.

1 God, who is just and kind, Will those who err instruct, And to the paths of righteousness Their wandering steps conduct.

2 The humble soul he guides, Teaches the meek his way, Kindness and truth he shows to all Who his just laws obey.

3 Give me the tender heart That mixes fear with love, And lead me through whatever path Thy wisdom shall approve.

4 Oh! ever keep my soul From error, shame and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.



497. L. M. J. F. Oberlin.

Clinging to God.

1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart: Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to thee.

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy: That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee.

3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.

4 Renouncing every earthly thing, And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee.



498. C. M. Watts.

God our Refuge and Hope.

1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near; Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face.

3 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint.

4 Behold the sinners, that remove Far from thy presence, die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry.

5 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy.



499. C. M. Montgomery.

For Grateful Submission.

1 One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,— When I am wholly thine; "Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine."

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In thee I firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee Whate'er I have I owe; And back in gratitude from me May all thy bounties flow.

4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed, When in thy service spent.

5 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No, let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still."



500. L. M. Montgomery.

The Soul Returning to God.

1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and maddening cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils and snares.

2 Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole; Safe through a thousand perils brought.

3 Then to thy rest, my soul return, From passions every hour at strife; Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn, Lay hold upon eternal life.

4 God is thy rest;—with heart inclined To keep his word, that word believe; Christ is thy rest;—with lowly mind, His light and easy yoke receive.



501. C. M. Watts.

Invocation of the Divine Spirit.

1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.

2 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

3 Dear Lord! and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great?

4 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.



502. C. M. Beddome.

For Inward Truth.

1 Am I an Israelite indeed. Without a false disguise? Have I renounced my sins, and left My refuges of lies?

2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain, Or is it formed anew? What is the rule by which I walk, The object I pursue?

3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace, My real state to know; If I am wrong, O set me right! If right, preserve me so!



503. C. M. Methodist Coll.

Seeking God.

1 Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal, While here o'er earth we rove; Speak to our hearts, and let us feel The kindling of thy love.

2 With thee conversing, we forget All time, and toil, and care; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If thou, my God, art here.

3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And bid my heart rejoice; My bounding heart shall own thy sway, And echo to thy voice.



504. L. M. Grigg.

Not Ashamed of Christ.

1 Jesus! and shall it ever be! A mortal man ashamed of thee; Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days!

2 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, Bright morning star, bid darkness flee.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe—no good to crave, No fears to quell—no soul to save.

4 Till then—nor is my boasting vain— Till then, I boast a Saviour slain; And oh! may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.



505. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Simplicity of Christ.

1 Lord! that I may learn of thee, Give me true simplicity; Wean my soul, and keep it low, Willing thee alone to know.

2 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled, Docile, helpless as a child; Only seeing in thy light, Only walking in thy might.

3 Then infuse the living grace, Truthful soul of righteousness; Knowledge, love divine, impart,— Life eternal to my heart.



506. 7s. M. Newton.

Docility and Trust.

1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild; Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.

2 What thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither strong nor wise Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.



507. L. M. Beard's Coll.

God's Care our Comfort.

1 Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel, In all our gloom, our wanderings here, No night of sorrow can conceal Man from thy notice, from thy care.

2 When disciplined by long distress, And led through paths of fear and woe, Say, dost thou love thy children less? No! ever-gracious Father, no!

3 No distance can outreach thine eye, No night obscure thy endless day: Be this my comfort when I sigh, Be this my safeguard when I stray.



508. S. M. Mme. Guion.

The Water of Life.

1 The fountain in its source No drought of summer fears; The farther it pursues its course, The nobler it appears.

2 But shallow cisterns yield A scanty, short supply; The morning sees them amply filled, At evening they are dry.

3 The cisterns I forsake, O fount of bliss, for thee! My thirst with living waters slake, And drink eternity.



509. C. M. Rippon's Coll.

Peace with God.

1 Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise:—

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end."



510. S. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Way of God with the Spirit.

1 'Tis God the spirit leads In paths before unknown: The work to be performed is ours; The strength is all his own.

2 Assisted by his grace, We still pursue our way; And hope at last to reach the prize, Secure in endless day.

3 'Tis he that works to will; 'Tis he that works to do; His is the power by which we act, His be the glory too.



511. L. M. 6l. Christian Psalmist.

Foretaste of Heaven.

1 What must it be to dwell above, At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns, Since the sweet earnest of his love O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains! No heart can think, no tongue explain, What bliss it is with Christ to reign.

2 When sin no more obstructs our sight, When sorrow pains our hearts no more, How shall we view the Prince of Light And all his works of grace explore! What heights and depths of love divine Will there through endless ages shine!

3 This is the heaven I long to know; For this, with patience, I would wait, Till, weaned from earth, and all below, I mount to my celestial seat, And wave my palm, and wear my crown, And, with the elders, cast them down.



512. C. M. Doddridge.

Jesus precious to them that believe.

1 Jesus, I love thy charming name; 'Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear.

2 Whate'er my noblest powers can wish In thee doth richly meet; No light unto my eyes so dear, No friendship half so sweet.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there,— The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name With my expiring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death.



513. C. M. Watts.

The Hope of Heaven.

1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall, May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all!

3 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.



LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY.



514. C. M. Watts.

"From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God."

1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home;

2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.

3 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun.

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.



515. L. M. Cowper.

The Providence of Life.

1 Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land, Whose grace is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that sighs for more!

2 Thy providence supplies my food, And 'tis thy blessing makes it good: My soul is nourished by thy word; Let soul and body praise the Lord.

3 My streams of outward comfort came From him who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul forever lives.

4 Either his hand preserves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again; From strife and sorrow shields my breast, Or overrules them for the best.



516. 7s. M. 6l. Bowring.

The Pilgrimage of Life.

1 Lead us with thy gentle sway, As a willing child is led; Speed us on our forward way, As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped, Who with prayers and helps divine Seeks a consecrated shrine.

2 We are pilgrims, and our goal Is that distant land whose bourn Is the haven of the soul; Where the mourners cease to mourn, Where the Saviour's hand will dry Every tear from every eye.

3 Lead us thither! thou dost know All the way; but wanderers we Often miss our path below, And stretch out our hands to thee; Guide us,—save us,—and prepare Our appointed mansion there!



517. C. M. Montgomery.

"Looking for another country, that is an heavenly."

1 While through this changing world we roam, From infancy to age, Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home, His rest at every stage.

2 Thither his raptured thought ascends, Eternal joys to share; There his adoring spirit bends, While here he kneels in prayer.

3 Oh! there may we our treasure place, There let our hearts be found; That still, where sin abounded, grace May more and more abound.

4 Henceforth our conversation be With Christ before the throne; Ere long, we eye to eye shall see, And know as we are known.



518. L. M. Doddridge.

Redeeming the Time.

1 God of eternity! from thee Did infant time its being draw; Moments and days, and months, and years, Revolve by thine unvaried law.

2 Silent and swift they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows, Lost in eternity's wide sea, The boundless gulf from whence it rose.

3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return.

4 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts To know the price of every hour, That time may bear us on to joys Beyond its measure and its power.



519. C. H. M. J. Taylor.

What is your Life?

1 O, what is life?—'tis like a flower That blossoms and is gone; It flourishes its little hour, With all its beauty on: Death comes, and, like a wintry day, It cuts the lovely flower away.

2 O, what is life?—'tis like the bow That glistens in the sky: We love to see its colors glow; But, while we look, they die: Life fails as soon:—to-day 'tis here; To-morrow it may disappear.

3 Lord, what is life?—if spent with thee In humble praise and prayer, How long or short our life may be, We feel no anxious care: Though life depart, our joys shall last When life and all its joys are past.



520. L. M. Bowring.

Our Times are in thy Hand.

1 Our times are in thy hand, and thou Wilt guide our footsteps at thy will: Lord, to thy purposes we bow, Do thou thy purposes fulfil!

2 Life's mighty waters roll along, Thy spirit guides them as they roll; And waves on waves impetuous throng At thy command, at thy control.

3 Lord, we, thy children, look to thee, And with an humble, prostrate will, Find in thine all-sufficiency A claim to love and serve thee still.



521. S. M. Edmeston.

"Why sayest thou—my way is hid from the Lord?"

1 Along my earthly way, How many clouds are spread! Darkness, with scarce one cheerful ray, Seems gathering o'er my head.

2 Yet, Father, thou art love: O hide not from my view! But when I look, in prayer, above, Appear in mercy through!

3 My pathway is not hid; Thou knowest all my need; And I would do as Israel did,— Follow where thou wilt lead.

4 Lead me, and then my feet Shall never, never stray; But safely I shall reach the seat Of happiness and day.

5 And O from that bright throne, I shall look back, and see,— The path I went, and that alone, Was the right path for me.



522. C. M. Needham.

The Dead speaking to the Living.

1 Rise, O my soul! pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, Still fresh instruction give.

3 Confiding in his heavenly strength, They conquered every foe; To his almighty power and grace Their crowns of life they owe.

4 Lord, may I ever keep in view The patterns thou hast given; And never wander from the road That led them safe to heaven.



523. C. M. Barbauld.

The Pilgrimage of Life.

1 Our country is Immanuel's ground; We seek that promised soil; The songs of Zion cheer our hearts, While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, And oft are bathed in tears; Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise, And naught but sin our fears.

3 We tread the path our Master trod: We bear the cross he bore; And every thorn that wounds our feet, His temples pierced before.

4 Our powers are oft dissolved away In ecstasies of love; And while our bodies wander here, Our souls are fixed above.

5 We purge our mortal dross away, Refining as we run; But while we die to earth and sense, Our heaven is here begun.



524. C. M. Watts.

"We are fearfully and wonderfully made."

1 Let others boast how strong they be, Nor death nor danger fear; But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are.

2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away.

3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And fails if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God who built us first; Salvation to the Almighty Name That reared us from the dust!



525. C. M. Doddridge.

"Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven."

1 These mortal joys, how soon they fade! How swift they pass away! The dying flower reclines its head, The beauty of a day.

2 Soon are those earthly treasures lost, We fondly call our own; Scarce the possession can we boast, When straight we find them gone.

3 But there are joys which cannot die, With God laid up in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky, More bright than golden ore.

4 The seeds which piety and love Have scattered here below, In the fair, fertile fields above To ample harvests grow.



526. L. M. Newton.

Lightning in the Night.

1 A glance from heaven, with sweet effect, Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers: But ere I can my thoughts collect, As suddenly it disappears.

2 So lightning in the gloom of night Affords a momentary day; Disclosing objects full in sight, Which, soon as seen, are snatched away.

3 The lightning's flash did not create The opening prospect it revealed; But only showed the real state Of what the darkness had concealed.

4 Just so, we by a glimpse discern The glorious things within the veil; That, when in darkness, we may learn To live by faith, till light prevail.



527. C. M. J. Newton.

The Changes of Life.

1 The evils that beset our path, Who can prevent or cure? We stand upon the brink of death When most we seem secure.

2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, It soon may be withdrawn; Some change may plunge us in distress Before to-morrow's dawn.

3 Disease and pain invade our health, And find an easy prey; And oft, when least expected, wealth Takes wings and flies away.

4 The gourds from which we look for fruit. Produce us often pain; A worm unseen attacks the root, And all our hopes are vain.

5 Since sin has filled the earth with woe, And creatures fade and die; Lord, wean our hearts from things below, And fix our hopes on high!



528. S. M. Doddridge.

"The Fathers, where are they?"

1 How swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity!

2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys, and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor gone.

3 God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend.

4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face.



529. L. M. J. Roscoe.

The Close of Life.

1 My Father! when around me spread I see the shadows of the tomb, And life's bright visions droop and fade, And darkness veils my future doom;

2 O, in that anguished hour I turn With a still trusting heart to thee, And holy thoughts still shine and burn Amid that cold, sad destiny.

3 The stars of heaven are shining on, Though these frail eyes are dim with tears; The hopes of earth indeed are gone; But are not ours the immortal years?

4 Father! forgive the heart that clings Thus trembling to the joys of time; And bid my soul on angel wings Ascend into a purer clime.



530. L. M. Doddridge.

To God pertain the issues of Life and Death.

1 Sovereign of life! before thine eye, Lo! mortal men by thousands die: One glance from thee at once brings down The proudest brow that wears a crown.

2 Banished at once from human sight To the dark grave's mysterious night, Imprisoned in that dusty bed, We hide our solitary head.

3 Yet if my Father's faithful hand Conduct me through this gloomy land, My soul with pleasure shall obey, And follow where he leads the way.

4 The friendly band again shall meet, Again exchange the welcome sweet; The dear familiar features trace, And still renew the fond embrace.



531. C. M. Heber.

Universal Warning of Death.

1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given: Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven!

2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they.

3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night On manhood's middle day.

4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb; And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come?

5 Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour.



532. L. M. J. Taylor.

The Shortness of Life.

1 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain, Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass, And while we gaze their forms are gone.

2 "He lived,—he died;" behold the sum, The abstract of the historian's page! Alike, in God's all-seeing eye, The infant's day, the patriarch's age.

3 O Father! in whose mighty hand The boundless years and ages lie; Teach us thy boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly;

4 To crowd the narrow span of life With wise designs and virtuous deeds; And bid us wake from death's dark night, To share the glory that succeeds.



533. C. M. Collyer.

Prayer for Support in Death.

1 When, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, And wait to pass death's awful flood, Great God, at thy command;—

2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds The entrance to the grave.

3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand Beneath my sinking head, And let a beam of light divine Illume my dying bed.



534. L. M. Watts.

Christ's Presence makes Death easy.

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; Still we 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 past.

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.



535. L. M. Anonymous.

Deliverance from the Fear of Death.

1 O God of love! with cheering ray, Gild our expiring hour of day; Thy love, through each revolving year, Has wiped away affliction's tear.

2 Free us from death's terrific gloom, And all the fear which shrouds the tomb; Heighten our joys, support our head, Before we sink among the dead.

3 May death conclude our toils and tears! May death destroy our sins and fears! May death, through Jesus, be our friend! May death be life, when life shall end!

4 Crown our last moment with thy power— The latest in our latest hour; Till to the raptured heights we soar, Where fears and death are known no more.



536. L. M. R. Hill.

Prayer for the dying Christian.

1 Gently, my Father, let me down To slumber in the arms of death: I rest my soul on thee alone, E'en till my last expiring breath.

2 Soon will the storms of life be o'er, And I shall enter endless rest: There I shall live to sin no more, And bless thy name forever blest.

3 Bid me possess sweet peace within; Let childlike patience keep my heart; Then shall I feel my heaven begin, Before my spirit hence depart.



537. C. M. Anonymous.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me." Ps. 23.

1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! Thou must go forth alone, To other scenes, to other worlds, That mortal hath not known. Thou must go forth alone, my soul,— To tread the narrow vale; But He, whose word is sure, hath said His comforts shall not fail.

2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul, Along the darksome way; Where the bright sun has never shed His warm and gladsome ray. And yet the Sun of Righteousness Shall rise amidst the gloom, And scatter from thy trembling gaze The shadows of the tomb.

3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul! To meet thy God above: But shrink not—He hath said, my soul, He is a God of love. His rod and staff shall comfort thee Across the dreary road, Till thou shalt join the blessed ones In heaven's serene abode.



538. 7s. & 4s. M. Mrs. Gilbert.

Prayer for Support in Death.

1 When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, O, my Father, soothe my fears, Light me through the gloomy way; Break the shadows, Usher in eternal day;—

2 Upward from this dying state Bid my waiting soul aspire; Open thou the crystal gate; To thy praise attune my lyre: Then, triumphant, I will join th' immortal choir.



539. C. M. Anonymous.

The Happy Death.

1 Lord, must we die? O let us die Trusting in thee alone! Our living testimony given, Then leave our dying one.

2 If we must die, O let us die In peace with all mankind, And change these fleeting joys below For pleasures all refined.

3 If we must die,—as die we must,— Let some kind seraph come, And bear us on his friendly wing To our celestial home!

4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, May we but have a view! Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, We'll boldly venture through.



540. L. M. Montgomery.

The Hour of Death, and Entrance on Immortality.

1 O God unseen—but not unknown! Thine eye is ever fixed on me; I dwell beneath thy secret throne, Encompassed by thy deity.

2 The moment comes when strength must fail, When, health and hope and comfort flown, I must go down into the vale And shade of death, with thee alone:

3 Alone with thee;—in that dread strife Uphold me through mine agony, And gently be this dying life Exchanged for immortality.

4 Then, when th' unbodied spirit lands Where flesh and blood have never trod, And in the unveiled presence stands Of thee, my Saviour and my God:

5 Be mine eternal portion this, Since thou wert always here with me, That I may view thy face in bliss, And be for evermore with thee.



541. L. M. Doddridge.

Meditation on Death.

1 Behold the path which mortals tread, Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay, Nor can we measure back our day.

2 Our kindred and our friends are gone; Know, O my soul! this doom my own; Feeble as theirs my mortal frame, The same my way, my home the same.

3 Awake, my soul, thy way prepare, And lose in this each mortal care; With steady feet that path be trod, Which, through the grave, conducts to God.

4 Father! to thee my all I trust; And if thou call me down to dust, I know thy voice, I bless thy hand, And die in peace at thy command.



542. 7s. M. Pope.

The Dying Christian to his Soul!

1 Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life!

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!" What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

3 The world recedes!—it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes!—my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount, I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?



543. L. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

Death of the Righteous.

1 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! When sinks a righteous soul to rest; How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.

3 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell; How bright th' unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell!

4 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blessed the righteous when he dies!"



544. C. M. Peabody.

The Christian's Death.

1 Behold the western evening light! It melts in deeper gloom; So calm the righteous sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low—the yellow leaf Scarce whispers from the tree! So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be.

2 How beautiful, on all the hills, The crimson light is shed! 'Tis like the peace the dying gives To mourners round his bed. How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! So sweet the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last.

3 And lo! above the dews of night The vesper star appears! So faith lights up the mourner's heart, Whose eyes are dim with tears. Night falls, but soon the morning light Its glories shall restore; And thus the eyes that sleep in death Shall wake, to close no more.



545. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Dirge.

1 Clay to clay, and dust to dust! Let them mingle—for they must! Give to earth the earthly clod, For the spirit's fled to God.

2 Never more shall midnight's damp Darken round this mortal lamp; Never more shall noon-day's glance Search this mortal countenance.

3 Deep the pit, and cold the bed, Where the spoils of death are laid; Stiff the curtains, chill the gloom, Of man's melancholy tomb.

4 Look aloft! The spirit's risen— Death cannot the soul imprison; 'Tis in heaven that spirits dwell, Glorious, though invisible.



546. L. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To seek a slumber in thy dust.

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.

3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and blessed the bed; Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth, his sovereign word! Restore thy trust! the glorious form Shall then arise to meet the Lord.



547. C. M. Watts.

"Blessed are the dead, who die in the Lord."

1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims, For all the pious dead; Sweet is the savor of their names, And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed; How kind their slumbers are! From sufferings and from sin released, And freed from every snare.

3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord! The labors of their mortal life End in a large reward.



548. 7s. M. Wesley's Coll.

"Blessed are the dead, that die in the Lord."

1 Hark! a voice divides the sky! Happy are the faithful dead, In the Lord who sweetly die! They from all their toils are freed.

2 Ready for their glorious crown,— Sorrows past and sins forgiven,— Here they lay their burthen down, Hallowed and made meet for heaven.

3 Yes! the Christian's course is run; Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the work is done; Death is swallowed up in life.

4 When from flesh the spirit freed Hastens homeward to return, Mortals cry, "A man is dead!" Angels sing, "A child is born!"



549. L. M. Mrs. Mackay.

"Asleep in Christ."

1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the dread of foes.

2 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woes shall dim that hour, Which manifests the Saviour's power!

3 Asleep in Jesus! time nor space Debars this precious hiding place; On Indian plains, or Lapland's snows, Believers find the same repose.

4 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep.



550. C. M. 8l. Anonymous.

The Resurrection.

1 All nature dies and lives again: The flowers that paint the field, The trees that crown the mountain's brow, And boughs and blossoms yield,— Resign the honors of their form At winter's stormy blast, And leave the naked, leafless plain A desolated waste.

2 Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers Anew shall deck the plain; The woods shall hear the voice of spring, And flourish green again. So, to the dreary grave consigned, Man sleeps in death's dark gloom, Until th' eternal morning wake The slumbers of the tomb.

3 O may the grave become to me The bed of peaceful rest, Whence I shall gladly rise at length, And mingle with the blessed! Cheered by this hope, with patient mind I'll wait Heaven's high decree, Till the appointed period come When death shall set me free.



551. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality.

1 As twilight's gradual veil is spread Across the evening sky; So man's bright hours decline in shade, And mortal comforts die.

2 The bloom of spring, the summer rose, In vain pale winter brave; Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows A ransom from the grave.

3 But morning dawns and spring revives, And genial hours return; So man's immortal soul survives, And scorns the mouldering urn.

4 When this vain scene no longer charms, Or swiftly fades away, He sinks into a Father's arms, Nor dreads the coming day.



552. Peculiar M. H. Ware, Jr.

Resurrection of Christ.

1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man cannot die: Vain were the terrors that gathered around him, And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound him Resplendent in glory, to live and to save: Loud was the chorus of angels on high,— The Saviour hath risen, and man shall not die.

2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy, The being he gave us death cannot destroy: Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, If tears were our birthright, and death were our end; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow, And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend: Lift, then, your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die.



553. 7s. M. Cudworth.

The Same.

1 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say; Raise your songs of triumph high: Sing, ye heavens, and, earth, reply.

2 Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more.

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise; Christ hath opened paradise.

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, Following our exalted Head: Made like him, like him we rise; Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.



554. C. M. Sir J. E. Smith.

Nature Transitory—the Soul Immortal.

1 See lovely nature raise her head, In various graces dressed; Her lucid robe by ocean spread, Her verdant, flowery vest.

2 How glorious are those orbs of light, In all their bright array, That gem the ebon brow of night, Or pour the blaze of day!

3 One gem of purest ray, divine, Alone disclaims her power; Still brighter shall its glories shine, When hers are seen no more.

4 Her pageants pass, nor leave a trace The soul no change shall fear; The God of nature and of grace Has stamped his image there.



555. C. M. Watts.

A Prospect of Heaven.

1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Eternal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers: Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.

3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, And Jordan rolled between.

4 O could we make our doubts remove,— Those gloomy doubts that rise,— And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes.

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,— Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.



556. S. M. Stennett.

Surpassing Glories of Eternity.

1 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Each morning shall thy mercies show,— Each night thy truth record.

2 Thy goodness, like the sun, Dawned on our early days, Ere infant reason had begun To form our lips to praise.

3 But we expect a day Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away To realms of light and bliss.

4 Nor shall that radiant day, So joyfully begun, In evening shadows die away Beneath the setting sun.

5 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show, And all thy truth record.



557. 8s. & 6s. M. W. B. Tappan.

Heaven Anticipated.

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wanderers given; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast; 'Tis found alone in heaven.

2 There is a home for weary souls, By sins and sorrows driven, When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear—'tis heaven.

3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, The heart no longer riven,— And views the tempest passing by, Sees evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven.

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the dark and narrow tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.



558. C. M. Christian Psalmist.

The Society of Heaven.

1 Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold.

2 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you. Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.

3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.



559. S. M. Mrs. Steele.

Heaven.

1 Far from these scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 No cloud those regions know, Forever bright and fair; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.

3 There night is never known, Nor sun's faint, sickly ray; But glory from th' eternal throne Spreads everlasting day.

4 O may this prospect fire Our hearts with ardent love! And lively faith and strong desire Bear every thought above.



560. L. M. Anonymous.

The World to Come.

1 There is a world we have not seen, That wasting time can ne'er destroy, Where mortal footstep hath not been, Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy.

2 That world to come! and O how blest!— Fairer than prophets ever told; And never did an angel-guest One half its blessedness unfold.

3 It is all holy and serene,— The land of glory and repose; And there, to dim the radiant scene, No tear of sorrow ever flows.

4 It is not fanned by summer gale; 'Tis not refreshed by vernal showers; It never needs the moon-beam pale, For there are known no evening hours.

5 There forms unseen by mortal eye, Too glorious for our sight to bear, Are walking with their God on high, And waiting our arrival there.



561. C. M. H. Ballou.

Heavenly Zion.

1 Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore, A pure and countless band, Whose conflicts and whose toils are o'er, In glorious order stand.

2 From earth's remotest bounds they came, From tribulations great, And, through the victories of the Lamb, Have reached the heavenly state.

3 Hunger and thirst they know no more, From burning heats refreshed; The Lamb shall feed them from his store, And give them endless rest.

4 God all their tears shall wipe away, And they his wonders tell, While in his temple they shall stay, And God with them shall dwell.



562. 7s. M. Raffles.

The Saints in Glory.

1 High, in yonder realms of light, Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love.

2 Happy spirits, ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find, Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind.

3 'Mid the chorus of the skies, 'Mid the angelic lyres above Hark! their songs melodious rise,— Songs of praise to Jesus' love.



563. S. M. R. Palmer.

Heavenly Rest.

1 And is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed, Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find?

2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, And live and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat?

3 Forever blessed they, Whose joyful feet shall stand, While endless ages waste away, Amid that glorious land.

4 My soul would thither tend, While toilsome years are given; Then let me, gracious God, ascend To sweet repose in heaven.



564. L. M. Anonymous.

The Better Land.

1 There is a land mine eye hath seen, In visions of enraptured thought So bright that all which spreads between Is with its radiant glory fraught;—

2 A land upon whose blissful shore There rests no shadow, falls no stain; There those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies, With varying hues of shade and light; It hath no need of suns to rise, To dissipate the gloom of night.

4 There sweeps no desolating wind Across that calm, serene abode; The wanderer there a home may find, Within the paradise of God.



565. C. H. M. Sacred Lyrics.

The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1 Heaven is the land where troubles cease, Where toils and tears are o'er;— The blissful clime of rest and peace, Where cares distract no more; And not the shadow of distress Dims its unsullied blessedness.

2 Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy, The home of light and love, Where faith and hope in rapture die, And ransomed souls above Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, Bliss everlasting and unknown.



MOURNING AND CONSOLATION.



566. L. M. Bryant.

"Blessed are they that mourn."

1 Deem not that they are blessed alone, Whose days a peaceful tenor keep; The God, who loves our race, has shown A blessing for the eyes that weep.

2 The light of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears, And weary hours of woe and pain Are earnests of serener years.

3 O, there are days of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night! Grief may abide, an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again.

5 For God hath marked each anguished day, And numbered every secret tear; And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.



567. 12s. & 11s. M. Heber.

Farewell to a Friend Departed.

1 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee; And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.

2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side: But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.

3 Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt lingered long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song.

4 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee; Since God was thy Refuge, thy Guardian, thy Guide; He gave thee, he took thee, and he will restore thee; And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.



568. C. M. Barbauld.

The Mourner's Thoughts of Heaven.

1 Not for the pious dead we weep; Their sorrows now are o'er; The sea is calm, the tempest past, On that eternal shore.

2 O, might some dream of visioned bliss, Some trance of rapture, show Where, on the bosom of their God, They rest from human woe!

3 Thence may their pure devotion's flame On us, on us descend; To us their strong aspiring hopes, Their faith, their fervors lend.

4 Let these our shadowy path illume, And teach the chastened mind To welcome all that's left of good, To all that's lost resigned.



569. L. M. Norton.

Blessedness of the Pious Dead.

1 O, stay thy tears; for they are blest, Whose days are past, whose toil is done: Here midnight care disturbs our rest; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun.

2 How blest are they whose transient years Pass like an evening meteor's flight! Not dark with guilt, nor dim with tears; Whose course is short, unclouded, bright.

3 O, cheerless were our lengthened way; But Heaven's own light dispels the gloom, Streams downward from eternal day, And casts a glory round the tomb.

4 O, stay thy tears: the blest above Have hailed a spirit's heavenly birth, And sung a song of joy and love; Then why should anguish reign on earth?



570. S. M. Mrs. Sigourney.

"Weep for yourselves, and for your children."

1 We mourn for those who toil, The slave who ploughs the main, Or him who hopeless tills the soil Beneath the stripe and chain: For those who, in the race, O'erwearied and unblest, A host of restless phantoms chase;— Why mourn for those who rest?

2 We mourn for those who sin? Bound in the tempter's snare, Whom syren pleasure beckons in To prisons of despair; Whose hearts, by passions torn, Are wrecked on folly's shore;— But why in sorrow should we mourn For those who sin no more?

3 We mourn for those who weep; Whom stern afflictions bend With anguish o'er the lowly sleep Of lover or of friend: But they to whom the sway Of pain and grief is o'er, Whose tears our God hath wiped away, O mourn for them no more!



571. L. M. W. J. Loring.

"Weep not for me!"

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 Weep, 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.



572. S. H. M. Montgomery.

Friends die, but to live again.

1 Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end. Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.

2 There is a world above, Where parting is unknown,— A whole eternity of love And blessedness alone; And faith beholds the dying here, Translated to that happier sphere.

3 Thus, star by star declines Till all are passed away, As morning high and higher shines To pure and perfect day. Nor sink those stars in empty night— They hide themselves in heaven's own light.



573. C. M. Anonymous.

Hope of Reunion above.

1 When floating on life's troubled sea, By storms and tempests driven, Hope, with her radiant finger, points To brighter scenes in heaven.

2 She bids the storms of life to cease, The troubled breast be calm; And in the wounded heart she pours Religion's healing balm.

3 Her hallowed influence cheers life's hours Of sadness and of gloom; She guides us through this vale of tears, To joys beyond the tomb.

4 She bids the anguished heart rejoice: Though earthly ties are riven, We still may hope to meet again In yonder peaceful heaven.



574. C. M. Watts.

Comfort under Bereavements.

1 Why do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.

2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.

3 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head?



575. 11s. & 10s. M. Spiritual Songs.

Invitation to the Mercy-seat.

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.



576. 7s. M. J. H. Bancroft.

The Christian's Burial.

1 Brother, though from yonder sky Cometh neither voice nor cry, Yet we know for thee to-day Every pain hath passed away.

2 Not for thee shall tears be given, Child of God and heir of heaven; For he gave thee sweet release; Thine the Christian's death of peace.

3 Well we know thy living faith Had the power to conquer death; As a living rose may bloom By the border of the tomb.

4 While we weep as Jesus wept, Thou shall sleep as Jesus slept: With thy Saviour thou shalt rest, Crowned, and glorified and blest.



577. C. M. Anonymous.

Peaceful Death of the Righteous.

1 I looked upon the righteous man, And saw his parting breath, Without a struggle or a sigh, Serenely yield to death: There was no anguish on his brow, Nor terror in his eye; The spoiler aimed a fatal dart, But lost the victory.

2 I looked upon the righteous man, And heard the holy prayer Which rose above that breathless form, To soothe the mourners' care, And felt how precious was the gift He to his loved ones gave,— The stainless memory of the just, The wealth beyond the grave.

3 I looked upon the righteous man; And all our earthly trust Of pleasure, vanity, or pride, Seemed lighter than the dust, Compared with his celestial gain,— A home above the sky: O, grant us, Lord, his life to live, That we like him may die.



578. L. M. Fergus.

At a Funeral.

1 Farewell! what power of words can tell The sorrows of a last farewell, When, standing by the mournful bier, We mingle with our prayers a tear!

2 When memory tells of days gone by, Of blighted hope and vanished joy: Bright hopes that withered like a flower, Cut down and faded in an hour.

3 Give forth thy chime, thou solemn bell, Thou grave, unfold thy marble cell; Oh earth! receive upon thy breast The weary trav'ller to his rest.

4 Oh God, extend thy arms of love, A spirit seeketh thee above! Ye heav'nly palaces unclose, Receive the weary to repose!



579. C. M. L. H. Sigourney.

Burial of a Friend.

1 As, bowed by sudden storms, the rose Sinks on the garden's breast, Down to the grave our brother goes, In silence there to rest.

2 No more with us his tuneful voice The hymn of praise shall swell; No more his cheerful heart rejoice When peals the Sabbath bell.

3 Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere Amid a sinless throng, He utters in his Saviour's ear The everlasting song,—

4 No more we'll mourn the absent friend, But lift our earnest prayer, And daily every effort bend To rise and join him there.



580. C. M. Houghton.

The Re-union of Friends after Death.

1 Blest be the hour when friends shall meet, Shall meet to part no more, And with celestial welcome greet, On an immortal shore.

2 Sweet hope, deep cherished, not in vain, Now art thou richly crowned! All that was dead revives again; All that was lost is found!

3 The parent eyes his long-lost child; Brothers on brothers gaze: The tear of resignation mild Is changed to joy and praise.

4 And while remembrance, lingering still, Draws joy from sorrowing hours; New prospects rise, new pleasures fill The soul's capacious powers.

5 Their Father fans their generous flame, And looks complacent down; The smile that owns their filial claim Is their immortal crown.



581. L. M. Anonymous.

"Not lost, but gone before."

1 Say, why should friendship grieve for those Who safe arrive on Canaan's shore? Released from all their hurtful foes, They are not lost—but gone before.

2 How many painful days on earth Their fainting spirits numbered o'er! Now they enjoy a heavenly birth; They are not lost—but gone before.

3 Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strain which angels pour; O why should we in anguish weep? They are not lost—but gone before.



582. L. M. Epis. Coll.

Death of an Infant.

1 As the sweet flower that scents the morn, But withers in the rising day, Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, Thus swiftly fled its life away.

2 It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, Had ever spurned at Heaven's control, Or ever quenched its sacred fires.

3 Yet the sad hour that took the boy Perhaps has spared a heavier doom,— Snatched him from scenes of guilty joy, Or from the pangs of ills to come.

4 He died to sin; he died to care; But for a moment felt the rod; Then, rising on the viewless air, Spread his light wings, and soared to God.



583. L. M. Steele.

The Same.

1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, Frail, smiling solace of an hour; So soon our transient comforts fly, And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Is there no kind, no healing art, To soothe the anguish of the heart? Spirit of grace, be ever nigh: Thy comforts are not made to die.

3 Let gentle patience smile on pain, Till dying hope revives again; Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, And faith points upward to the sky.



584. C. M. Steele.

Death of a Child.

1 Life is a span,—a fleeting hour: How soon the vapor flies! Man is a tender, transient flower, That e'en in blooming dies.

2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead, Each mournful thought employs; And nature weeps, her comforts fled, And withered all her joys.

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, When what we now deplore Shall rise in full, immortal prime, And bloom to fade no more.

4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears; Thy Saviour dwells on high; There everlasting spring appears; There joy shall never die.



585. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

Children in Heaven.

1 In the broad fields of heaven,— In the immortal bowers, By life's clear river dwelling, Amid undying flowers,— There hosts of beauteous spirits, Fair children of the earth, Linked in bright bands celestial, Sing of their human birth.

2 They sing of earth and heaven,— Divinest voices rise To God, their gracious Father, Who called them to the skies: They all are there,—in heaven,— Safe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can shadow Their bright and holy rest.



586. S. M. Wilson.

Death of a Young Girl.

1 What though the stream be dead, Its banks all still and dry! It murmurs o'er a lovelier bed, In air-groves of the sky.

2 What though our bird of light Lie mute with plumage dim; In heaven I see her glancing bright, I hear her angel hymn.

3 True that our beauteous doe Hath left her still retreat, But purer now in heavenly snow, She lies at Jesus' feet.

4 O star! untimely set! Why should we weep for thee! Thy bright and dewy coronet Is rising o'er the sea.



587. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Dirge for an Infant.

1 Lay her gently in the dust; Grievous task, but oh! ye must! Hear the sentence, "earth to earth, Spirit to immortal birth;" Youthful, gentle, undefiled, Angels nurture now the child!

2 Upward soaring, like the dove, Bearing with her chains of love; Not to draw her spirit back, But to smooth her upward track: Her, the youngest of thy fold, Angels watch with love untold!

3 With the Rock of Ages trust, That which was enshrined in dust; Robed in ever-spotless white, In an atmosphere of light, By the never-failing springs Rests she now her weary wings.



588. C. M. H. Bacon.

Death of a Child.

1 Thou gavest, and we yield to thee, God of the human heart! For bitter though grief's cup may be, Thou givest but our part.

2 O, thou canst bid our grief be stilled, Yet not rebuke our tears; How large a place his presence filled! How vacant it appears!

3 We mourn the sunshine of his smile, The tendrils of his love; Oh, was he loved too well the while Ere he was called above?

4 Our chastened spirits bow in prayer, And blend all prayers in one,— Give us the hope to meet him there, When life's full task is done.



589. C. M. Mrs. Hemans.

Death of the Young.

1 Calm on the bosom of thy God, Young spirit, rest thee now! E'en while with us thy footsteps trod His seal was on thy brow.

2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! Soul, to its place on high! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.

3 Lone are the paths, and sad the bowers, Whence thy meek smile is gone; But O, a brighter home than ours, In heaven is now thine own.



590. 8s. & 7s. M. S. F. Smith.

Death of a Young Girl.

1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening, When it floats among the trees.

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber— Peaceful in the grave so low: Thou no more wilt join our number; Thou no more our songs shalt know.

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us; Here thy loss we deeply feel; But 'tis God that hath bereft us: He can all our sorrows heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled, Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed.



591. 8s. & 7s. M. Bap. Memorial.

Burial of a Christian Brother.

1 Brother, rest from sin and sorrow; Death is o'er and life is won; On thy slumber dawns no morrow: Rest; thine earthly race is run.

2 Brother, wake; the night is waning; Endless day is round thee poured; Enter thou the rest remaining For the people of the Lord.

3 Brother, wake; for he who loved thee,— He who died that thou mightst live,— He who graciously approved thee,— Waits thy crown of joy to give.

4 Fare thee well; though woe is blending With the tones of earthly love, Triumph high and joy unending Wait thee in the realms above.



592. 10s. M. Montgomery.

Death of a Christian in his prime.

1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, In full activity of zeal and power; A Christian cannot die before his time, The Lord's appointment is the servant's hour.

2 Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease; Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is done; Come from the heat of battle and in peace, Soldier, go home; with thee the fight is won.

3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay In death's embraces, ere he rose on high; And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.

4 Go to the grave:—no, take thy seat above; Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love, And open vision for the written word.



593. S. M. Montgomery.

On the Death of an aged Christian.

"I have fought a good fight; I have finished my course."

1 Servant of God, well done! Rest from thy loved employ: The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy. The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear; A mortal arrow pierced his frame— He fell, but felt no fear.

2 Tranquil amidst alarms, It found him on the field, A veteran slumbering on his arms, Beneath his red-cross shield His spirit, with a bound, Burst its encumbering clay; His tent, at sunrise, on the ground, A darkened ruin lay.

3 The pains of death are past, Labor and sorrow cease, And, life's long warfare closed at last, His soul is found in peace. Soldier of Christ! well done! Praise be thy new employ; And while eternal ages run, Rest in thy Saviour's joy.



594. C. M. Dale.

Death of a Christian.

1 Dear as thou wert, and justly dear, We will not weep for thee: One thought shall check the starting tear It is, that thou art free.

2 And thus shall faith's consoling power The tears of love restrain: O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again!

3 Triumphant in thy closing eye The hope of glory shone; Joy breathed in thy expiring sigh, To think the race was run.

4 The passing spirit gently fled, Sustained by grace divine; O, may such grace on us be shed, And make our end like thine.



595. L. M. Fawcett.

Death of Parents.

1 The God of mercy will indulge The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, When honored parents fall around, When friends beloved and kindred die.

2 Yet not one anxious, murmuring thought Should with our mourning passions blend; Nor should our bleeding hearts forget Their mighty, ever-living Friend.

3 Parent, Protector, Guardian, Guide, Thou art each tender name in one; On thee we cast our every care, And comfort seek from thee alone.

4 To thee, our Father, would we look, Our Rock, our Portion, and our Friend, And on thy gracious love and truth With humble, steadfast hope depend.



596. 7s. M. H. S. Washburn.

The Pastor's Funeral.

1 Father, gathered round the bier, Aid thy weeping children here; All our stricken hearts deplore Loss of him we meet no more.

2 Tender are the rites we pay, Pastor, o'er thy sleeping clay; We, who late the welcome gave, Must we bear thee to thy grave?

3 Earth, unto thy faithful trust, We commit this precious dust, There, by pain no more oppressed, Brother, thou wilt sweetly rest.

4 Glorious will that morning break, When the dead in Christ shall wake; Joy and grief our bosoms swell, Brother, pastor, guide, farewell.



597. P. M. Anonymous.

Death of a Minister.

1 On Zion's holy walls Is quenched a beacon-light, In vain the watchman calls— "Sentry! what of the night?" No answering voice is here, Say—does the soldier sleep? O yes—upon the bier, His watch no more to keep.

2 Still is that heaven-touched tongue, Pulseless the throbbing breast; That voice with music strung, Forever put to rest. To rest? A living thought, Undimmed, unquenched, he soars An essence, spirit-wrought, Of yon immortal shores.

3 Peace to thee, man of God! Thine earthly toils are o'er, The thorny path is trod, The Shepherd trod before,— Full well he kept his word— "I'm with thee to the end; Fear not! I am the Lord, Thy never-failing friend!"

4 We weave no dirge for thee, It should not call a tear To know that thou art free; Thy home—it was not here! Joy to thee, man of God! Thy heaven-course is begun, Unshrinking, thou has trod Death's vale,—thy race is run.



598. 8s. & 7s. M. L. H. Sigourney.

The Same.

1 Pastor, thou art from us taken In the glory of thy years, As the oak, by tempests shaken, Falls ere time its verdure sears.

2 Pale and cold we see thee lying In God's temple, once so dear, And the mourner's bitter sighing Falls unheeded on thine ear.

3 All thy love and zeal, to lead us Where immortal fountains flow, And on living bread to feed us, In our fond remembrance glow.

4 May the conquering faith, that cheered thee When thy foot on Jordan pressed, Guide our spirits while we leave thee In the tomb that Jesus blessed.



599. C. M. Doddridge.

The Same.

1 What though the arm of conquering death Does God's own house invade; What though our teacher and our friend Is numbered with the dead;—

2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young; The watchful eye in darkness closed, And dumb th' instructive tongue?

3 Th' eternal Shepherd still survives, His teaching to impart: Lord, be our Leader and our Guide, And rule and keep our heart.

4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives, We have a boundless store, And shall be fed with what he gives, Who lives for evermore.



600. 7s. & 6s. M. C. Wesley.

Adieu to a Departed Christian Friend.

1 Farewell, thou once a mortal, Our poor, afflicted friend; Go, pass the heavenly portal, To God, thy glorious end.

2 The Author of thy being Hath summoned thee away; And faith is lost in seeing, And night in endless day.

3 With those that went before thee, The saints of ancient days, Who shine in sacred story, Thy soul hath found its place.

4 No loss of friends shall grieve thee; That—we alone must bear; They cannot, cannot leave thee, Thy kind companions there.

5 From all thy care and sorrow Thou art escaped to-day; And we shall mount to-morrow, And soar to thee away.



601. 7s. M. C. Wesley.

The Christian's Death.

1 Lo! the prisoner is released, Lightened of his fleshly load; Where the weary are at rest, He is gathered unto God: Lo! the pain of life is past, And his warfare now is o'er; Death and hell behind are cast, Grief and suffering are no more,

2 Yes! the Christian's course is run, Ended is the glorious strife; Fought the fight, the crown is won, Death is swallowed up of life; Borne by angels on their wings, Far from earth his spirit flies To the Lord he loved, and sings Triumphing in paradise.

3 Join we then with one accord In the new and joyful song; Absent from our glorious Lord We shall not continue long: We shall quit the house of clay, Better joys with him to share; We shall see the realms of day, We shall meet our brethren there.



602. C. M. Knowles.

The Mourner Comforted.

1 O, weep not for the joys that fade Like evening lights away, For hopes that, like the stars decayed, Have left thy mortal day; The clouds of sorrow will depart, And brilliant skies be given; For bliss awaits the holy heart, Amid the bowers of heaven.

2 O weep not for the friends that pass Into the lonely grave, As breezes sweep the withered grass Along the restless wave; For though thy pleasures may depart, And mournful days be given; Yet bliss awaits the holy heart, When friends rejoin in heaven.



603. C. M. Wilson.

Consolations in Bereavement.

1 The air of death breathes through our souls, The dead all round us lie; By day and night the death-bell tolls, And says, "Prepare to die!"

2 The loving ones we loved the best, Like music all are gone; And the wan moonlight bathes in rest, Their monumental stone.

3 But not when the death-prayer is said, The life of life departs: The body in the grave is laid, Its beauty in our hearts.

4 This frame, O God, this feeble breath, Thy hand may soon destroy; We think of thee, and feel in death A deep and awful joy.

5 Dim is the light of vanished years In glory yet to come; O idle grief! O foolish tears! When Jesus calls us home.



604. S. M. Ch. Psalmody.

The Peaceful Death of the Righteous.

1 O, for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! O, be like theirs my last repose, Like theirs my last reward!

2 Their ransomed spirits soar, On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with him above.

3 With us their names shall live Through long-succeeding years, Embalmed with all our hearts can give,— Our praises and our tears.



605. L. M. 6l. Sarah F. Adams.

"And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre."

1 The mourners came at break of day Unto the garden-sepulchre; With darkened hearts to weep and pray, For him, the loved one buried there. What radiant light dispels the gloom? An angel sits beside the tomb.

2 Then mourn we not beloved dead, E'en while we come to weep and pray; The happy spirit far hath fled. To brighter realms of endless day; Immortal hope dispels the gloom! An angel sits beside the tomb.



SUBMISSION AND RELIANCE.



606. C. M. Anonymous.

"Trust ye in the Lord."

1 When grief and anguish press me down, And hope and comfort flee, I cling, O Father, to thy throne, And stay my heart on thee.

2 When clouds of dark temptation rise, And pour their wrath on me, To thee for aid I turn my eyes, And fix my trust on thee.

3 When death invades my peaceful home, The sundered ties shall be A closer bond in time to come, To bind my heart to thee.

4 Lord,—"Not my will but thine be done!" My soul from fear set free, Her faith shall anchor at thy throne, And trust alone in thee.



607. L. M. Doddridge.

Weeping Seed-Time and Joyful Harvest. Ps. 126.

1 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! Troubled with storms, and big with showers, No cheerful gleam of light appears, And nature pours forth all her tears.

2 But seeds of ecstasy unknown Are in these watered furrows sown: See the green blades, how thick they rise, And with fresh verdure bless our eyes!

3 In secret foldings they contain Unnumbered ears of golden grain: And heaven shall pour its beams around, Till the ripe harvest load the ground.

4 Then shall the trembling mourner come And bind his sheaves and bear them home; The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.



608. L. M. 6l. Grant.

"He is able to save unto the uttermost."

1 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies; Yet he who once vouchsafed to bear The sick'ning anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

2 When, mourning, o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend, And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me for a little while; Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

3 And oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed—for thou hast died; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.



609. C. M. Cotton.

God, the Refuge of the Afflicted.

1 Affliction is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; Though o'er our heads the billows roll, We know the Lord can save.

2 When darkness and when sorrows rose, And pressed on every side, The Lord hath still sustained our steps, And still hath been our Guide.

3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, He will restore our peace; For he who bade the tempest roar, Can bid the tempest cease.

4 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, Nor murmur at his rod; He's more to us than all the world, Our Health, our Life, our God.



610. L. M. Miss Dodd.

"Thy will be done."

1 My Father, grant thy presence nigh To bear aloft my sinking soul, When sorrow o'er my pathway here In widely whelming waves doth roll. O, teach mine else unguarded heart, The clouds of gloomy doubt to shun, To bow unto thy chastening hand, And meekly say "Thy will be done."

2 Though dark to us thy ways may seem, Thy needful chastisements severe; Thou dost not willingly afflict, Nor grieve thy erring children here. O, teach my heart to lean on thee, To faith and resignation won, To see thy love in all its ways, And humbly say, "Thy will be done."



611. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Holy Contentment.

1 Lord, my times are in thy hand: All my fondest hopes have planned To thy wisdom I resign, And would make thy purpose mine.

2 Thou my daily task shalt give; Day by day to thee I live: So shall added years fulfil Not my own, my Father's will.

3 Fond ambition, whisper not; Happy is my humble lot: Anxious, busy cares, away; I'm provided for to-day.

4 O, to live exempt from care, By the energy of prayer, Strong in faith, with mind subdued, Yet elate with gratitude!



612. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.

Invocation of our Father's Presence.

1 O Father,—draw us after thee! So shall we run and never tire; Thy presence still our comfort be, Our hope, our joy, our sole desire; Thy Spirit grant;—for neither fear Nor sin can come, while that is here.

2 From all eternity, with love Unchangeable, thou hast us viewed; Before these beating hearts did move, Thy tender mercies us pursued: Ever with us may they abide, And close us in on every side.

3 In suffering be thy love our peace; In weakness be thy love our power; And when the storms of life shall cease, O God! in that important hour, In death as life be thou our guide, And bear us through death's whelming tide.



613. C. M. Heginbotham.

Praising God in all Changes.

1 Father of mercies, God of love, My Father and my God! I'll sing the honors of thy name; And spread thy praise abroad.

2 In every period of my life, Thy thoughts of love appear; Thy mercies gild each transient scene, And crown each lengthening year.

3 In all these mercies may my soul A father's bounty see: Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows Estrange my heart from thee.

4 Then will I close my eyes in death, Free from distressing fear; For death itself is life, my God, If thou art with me there.



614. 7s. M. Cowper.

Welcome, Cross.

1 'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss: Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all,— This is happiness to me.

2 God in Israel sows the seeds Of affliction, pain and toil: These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil: Trials make the promise sweet; Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to his feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.



615. L. M. Anonymous.

"Thy will be done."

1 When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom Of one affection held most dear,— While o'er the closing, silent tomb, The bleeding heart distils the tear,— Though love its tribute sure will pay, And early streams of solace shun, Still, still the humble soul would say, In lowly dust, "Thy will be done."

2 Whate'er, O Lord, thou hast designed To bring my soul to thee in trust, If miseries or afflictions kind,— For all thy dealings, Lord, are just,— Take all, but grant, in goodness free, That love which ne'er thy stroke should shun; Support this heart and strengthen me To say in faith, "Thy will be done."



616. C. M. Doddridge.

"My times are in thy hand."

1 To Thee, my God, my days are known; My soul enjoys the thought; My actions all before thy face, Nor are my faults forgot.

2 Each secret breath devotion vents Is vocal to thine ear; And all my walks of daily life Before thine eye appear.

3 Each golden hour of beaming light Is gilded by thy rays; And dark affliction's midnight gloom A present God surveys.

4 Full in thy view through life I pass, And in thy view I die; And when each mortal bond is broke, Shall find my God is nigh.



617. C. M. Tate & Brady.

Praising God through all Changes.

1 Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.

2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all who are distressed From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.

3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance he affords to all Who in his succor trust.

4 O make but trial of his love! Experience will decide How blest they are, and only they, Who in his truth confide.



618. S. M. Watts.

Trusting in God.

1 From early dawning light Till evening shades arise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, With ever-longing eyes.

2 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth.

3 The Lord is just and kind; The meek shall learn his ways, And every humble sinner find The blessings of his grace.



619. C. M. Cowper.

Resignation and Trust.

1 O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? Or tremble at thy gracious hand That wipes away my tears?

3 No! let me rather freely yield What most I prize, to thee; Who never hast a good withheld, Or wilt withhold from me.

4 But ah! my inmost spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils the skies, Drives all these thoughts away.



620. L. M. Bowring.

The Same.

1 On light-beams breaking from above, The eternal course of mercy runs; And by ten thousand cords of love Our heavenly Father guides his sons.

2 Amidst affliction's thickest host, And sorrow's darkest, mightiest band, The heavenly cord is drawn the most, And most is felt the heavenly hand.

3 Oh, be it mine to feel, to see Through earth's perplexed and varying road, The cords that link us, God, to thee, And draw us to thine own abode.



621. L. M. Norton.

Trust and Submission.

1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought E'er deem thy chastisements severe; But may this heart, by sorrow taught, Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom, That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain Thy frail and erring child must know: But not one prayer is breathed in vain, Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ; Thy purposes of love fulfil; And 'mid the wreck of human joy, Let kneeling faith adore thy will.



622. C. M. Watts.

Confidence in God.

1 Soon as I heard my Father say, "Ye children, seek my grace," My heart replied without delay, "I'll seek my Father's face."

2 Let not thy face be hid from me, Nor frown my soul away; God of my life, I fly to thee In each distressing day.

3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want, or die, My God will make my life his care, And all my need supply.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints And keep your courage up; He'll raise your spirit when it faints, And far exceed your hope.



623. C. M.

Comforts of Religion.

1 When gloomy thoughts and boding fears The trembling heart invade, And all the face of nature wears A universal shade,—

2 Religion's dictates can assuage The tempest of the soul; And every fear shall cease to rage, At her divine control.

3 When feeble reason, tired and blind, Sinks helpless and afraid, This blest supporter of the mind Affords a powerful aid.

4 O may our hearts confess her power, And find a sweet relief, To brighten every gloomy hour, And soften every grief!



624. L. M. Tate & Brady.

Confidence in the Divine Care.

1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee; For thou hast always been a rock, A fortress and defence to me.

2 Thou my Deliverer art, my God; My trust is in thy mighty power; Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tower.

3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer, To God addressed my humble moan, Who graciously inclined his ear, And heard me from his lofty throne.

4 Who, then, deserves to be adored, But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless power defend?



625. C. P. M. Cotton.

Contentment and Resignation.

1 If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts the jewel lies; Nor need we roam abroad: The world has little to bestow; From pious hearts our joys must flow, Hearts that delight in God.

2 To be resigned, when ills betide, Patient, when favors are denied, And pleased with favors given; This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart, Whose fragrance reaches heaven.

3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, Its checkered paths of joy and woe, With holy care we'll tread: Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear, And mingle with the dead.



626. C. M. Aveling.

Fear not.

1 Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll, And trials whelm the mind,— When, faint with grief, thy wearied soul No joys on earth can find,— Then lift thy voice to God on high, Dry up the trembling tear, And hush the low complaining sigh: Fear not; thy God is near.

2 When dark temptations spread their snares And earth with charms allures, And when thy soul, oppressed with fears, The world's assault endures, Then let thy Father's friendly voice Thy fainting spirit cheer, And bid thy trembling heart rejoice: Fear not; thy God is near.

3 And when the final hour shall come, That calls thee to thy rest, To dwell within thy heavenly home, A welcome, joyful guest, Be calm; though Jordan's waves may roll, No ills shall meet thee there; Angels shall whisper to thy soul, Fear not; thy God is near.



627. C. M. Doddridge.

Trust in the Presence and Help of God.

1 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fear? Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, Our God forever near?

2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth, And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, When dangers round us rise?

3 On this support our souls shall lean, And banish every care; The gloomy vale of death will smile, If God be with us there.

4 While we his gracious succor prove, 'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades, through which we pass, Shall echo with his praise.



628. L. M. Beddome.

Submission.

1 Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Tumultuous passions, all be still! Nor let one murmuring thought arise; His ways are just, his counsels wise.

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, Performs his work,—the cause conceals; But though his methods are unknown, Judgment and truth support his throne.

3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, He executes his firm decrees; And by his saints it stands confessed That what he does is ever best.



629. C. M. Burder's Coll.

Rejoicing in Adversity.

1 What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe Though vines their fruit deny, The labor of the olive fail, And fields no meat supply;—

2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise, My flock cut off I see; Though famine reign in empty stalls, Where herds were wont to be;—

3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad, And glory in his love; In him I'll joy, who will the God Of my salvation prove.

4 God is the treasure of my soul, The source of lasting joy— A joy which want shall not impair, Nor death itself destroy.



630. C. M. Anonymous.

"Blessed are they that mourn."

1 In trouble and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; And joy hath budded from each thorn That round my footsteps lay.

2 The hours of pain have yielded good, Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised.

3 The oak strikes deeper as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's vicissitudes the more Have fixed my heart in heaven.

4 All-gracious Lord! whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief, That brings me near to thee.



631. L. M. Bowring.

God Merciful in Affliction.

1 Mysterious are the ways of God, And fear and blindness oft repine; We murmur 'neath his chastening rod, Because we read not his design.

2 Impending clouds his love has spread O'er this low vale where mortals dwell; And oft we mourn his spirit fled, When adverse tempests round us swell.

3 But in those storms that sometimes roll, Our mortal dwellings dark above, Whose threatening shades dismay the soul, Dwells the bright presence of his love.

4 We cannot see him—not a ray Of all his glory there appears, And oft we thread our darkened way, Trembling with anxious doubts and fears.

5 Yet faith still looks beyond the gloom, While hope's bright star illumes our night; Pilgrims of earth! though dark the tomb, It leads to scenes of bliss and light.



632. C. M. Moore.

"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds."

1 O Thou who driest the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to thee!

2 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.

3 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears Is dimmed and vanished too;

4 O, who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above?

5 Then sorrow touched by thee grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; The darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day.



633. C. M. Drummond.

"God is our refuge and strength; a very present help in trouble."

1 Bereft of all, when hopeless care Would sink us to the tomb, O what can save us from despair? What dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil Can soothe the mourner's smart; No mortal hand with lenient skill Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above, Our woe to peace can turn, And light the lamp of joy and love That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul, to that One flee, To God thy woes reveal; His eye alone thy wounds can see, His hand alone can heal.



634. L. M. Montgomery.

The Same.

1 God is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our soul afraid?

2 Yea, though the earth's foundations rock, And mountains down the gulf be hurled, His people smile amid the shock, They look beyond this transient world.

3 There is a river pure and bright, Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains, Where, in eternity of light, The city of our God remains.

4 Built by the word of his command, With his unclouded presence blessed, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand; There is our home, our hope, our rest.



635. C. M. Anonymous.

Trust amid the Severities of God.

1 Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest; they must be best, Because they are thy will.

2 Then all I want,—O do thou grant This one request of mine,— Since to enjoy thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.



RELIGIOUS EXULTATION.



636. 7s. & 6s. M. Montgomery.

Confidence in God. Ps. 27.

1 God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? In darkness and temptation My Light, my Help, is near. Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me With God at my right hand?

2 Place on the Lord reliance; My soul, with courage wait; His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate; His might thine heart shall strengthen; His love thy joy increase; Mercy thy days shall lengthen; The Lord will give thee peace.



637. S. M. Moravian.

Reliance on God.

1 Give to the winds thy fears; Hope and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs, God counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, through clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way; Wait thou his time, so shall the night Soon end in joyous day.

3 He everywhere hath rule, And all things serve his might; His every act pure blessing is, His path unsullied light.

4 Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee: O, lift thou up the sinking hand, Confirm the feeble knee!

5 Let us, in life or death, Boldly thy truth declare; And publish, with our latest breath, Thy love and guardian care.



638. L. M. Doddridge.

Praising God in Life and in Death.

1 God of my life! through all its days My grateful powers shall sound thy praise; The song shall wake with opening light, And warble to the silent night.

2 When anxious cares would break my rest, And griefs would tear my throbbing breast, Thy tuneful praises, raised on high, Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3 But, O, when that last conflict's o'er, And I am chained to flesh no more; With what glad accents shall I rise To join the music of the skies!

4 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains Which echo o'er the heavenly plains; And emulate, with joy unknown, The glowing seraphs round thy throne.



639. H. M. Doddridge.

Faithfulness of God's Promise.

1 The promises I sing, Which sovereign love hath spoke; Nor will the eternal King His words of grace revoke; They stand secure, And steadfast still; Not Zion's hill Abides so sure.

2 The mountains melt away, When once the Judge appears, And sun and moon decay, That measure mortal years; But still the same, In radiant lines, The promise shines, Through all the flame.



640. C. M. Watts.

Salvation.

1 Salvation! O, the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears, A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At death's dark door we lay; But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.



641. 8s. & 7s. M. Dublin Coll.

Praise from Earth and Heaven.

1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him; Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light! Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made.

2 Praise the Lord! for he is glorious, Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail: Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name!



642. C. M. Watts.

Experience of God's Grace.

1 When God revealed his gracious name, And changed my mournful state, My rapture seemed a pleasing dream, The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace.

3 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight.

4 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait Till the fair harvest come; They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home.



643. C. M. Beddome.

Fear not.

1 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears; Be mercy all your theme; For mercy like a river flows, In one perpetual stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; God will those powers restrain; His arm will all their rage repel, And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good; For his he will provide, Grant them supplies of daily food, And give them heaven beside.

4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, Or leave his work undone; He's faithful to his promises, And faithful to his Son.



644. C. M. Heginbotham.

Rejoicing in God, our Father.

1 Come, shout aloud the Father's grace, And sing the Saviour's love; Soon shall you join the glorious theme, In loftier strains above.

2 God, the eternal, mighty God, To dearer names descends; Calls us his treasure and his joy, His children and his friends.

3 My Father, God! and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear? Not thus could heaven's sweet harmony Delight my listening ear.

4 Thanks to my God for every gift His bounteous hands bestow; And thanks eternal for that love Whence all these comforts flow.



645. C. M. Watts.

The Same.

1 The Lord of Glory is my Light, And my Salvation too: God is my strength, nor will I fear What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires— Oh grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God!

3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will.

4 When troubles rise and storms appear, There may his children hide: God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound.



646. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous.

The Same.

1 To Thee, my God and Saviour, My soul exulting sings; Rejoicing in thy favor, Almighty King of kings! I'll celebrate thy glory With all thy saints above. And tell the joyful story Of thy redeeming love.

2 Soon as the morn with roses Bedecks the dewy east, And when the sun reposes Upon the ocean's breast; My voice in supplication, My Saviour, thou shalt hear: O grant me thy salvation, And to my soul draw near.

3 Thy gracious love possessing In all my pilgrim road, My soul shall feel thy blessing In thy divine abode. There bowing down before thee, My every conflict o'er, My spirit shall adore thee, Forever, evermore.



647. P. M. Warren St. Coll.

Triumph.

1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Awake! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them And scattered their legions was mightier far; They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them, Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee; Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.



648. C. M. J. Q. Adams.

Psalm 23.

1 My Shepherd is the Lord on high; His hand supplies me still; In pastures green he makes me lie, Beside the rippling rill: He cheers my soul, relieves my woes, His glory to display; The paths of righteousness he shows, And leads me in his way.

2 Though walking through death's dismal shade, No evil will I fear; Thy rod, thy staff shall lend me aid, For thou art ever near: For me a table thou dost spread In presence of my foes; With oil thou dost anoint my head; By thee my cup o'erflows.

3 Thy goodness and thy mercy sure Shall bless me all my days; And I, with lips sincere and pure, Will celebrate thy praise: Yes, in the temple of the Lord Forever I will dwell; To after time thy name record, And of thy glory tell.



649. 8s. & 7s. M. Bowring.

The Cross of Christ.

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me; Lo! it glows with peace and joy.

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.



650. L. M. Wesley's Coll.

Glorying in Christ.

1 Let not the wise their wisdom boast; The mighty glory in his might; The rich in flattering riches trust, Which take their everlasting flight.

2 The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again?

3 The Lord, my righteousness, I praise, I triumph in the love divine, The wisdom, wealth, and strength of grace In Christ through endless ages mine.



651. C. M. Doddridge.

The Way to the Heavenly City.

1 Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord, Your great Deliverer sing; Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound, Be joyful in your King.

2 A hand divine shall lead you on Through all the blissful road, Till to the sacred mount you rise, And see your Father, God.

3 There garlands of immortal joy Shall bloom on every head, While sorrow, sighing, and distress, Like shadows all are fled.

4 March on in your Redeemer's strength, Pursue his footsteps still, And let the prospect cheer your eye While laboring up the hill.



652. S. M. Doddridge.

Grace first and last in Salvation.

1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound! Harmonious to the ear! Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived the way To save rebellious man; And all the steps that grace display Which drew the wondrous plan.