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1. O, ANGEL of the land of

When wilt thou ever come for me?
• I fain would be where sorrows cease,
I dread no more thy kind release,

I wait for thee.

2. Sleep shuns mine eyes—mine inner sight

Is turning dimly heaven-ward,
To that far land of love and light,
Where angels all the silent night

Earth's children guard.
3. My yearning soul would fain demand,

0, holy angels. pure and blest, Where, 'mid yon happy, shining band, In all the heavenly Fatherland,

My lost ones rest!
4. Thou, who alone, when man forgot

His heavenly innocence, and fell !
Still pitying, lingered round the spot
To soothe the anguish of his lot-

Thou, Thou canst tell !
5. For Thou, with sweet and loving smile,

Didst gently lure them to Thy breast,
And bear them from this world of guile,
Thy pale, pure angel lips the while

Upon them prest.
6. Dark grew my soul-till down the air

Thy seraph-smile upon me fell !
And then I knew, from sin and care,
That Thou my little ones didst bear

With God to dwell!
7. O, angel of the land of peace !

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

I wait for Thee!



L. M.
1. UNVAIL thy bosom, faithful tomb;

Take this new treasure to thy trust,
And give these sacred relics room

To slumber in the silent 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 bless'd the bed : Rest here, blest 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; a glorious form

Shall then arise to meet the Lord.



L. M.
1. The glories of our birth and state

Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armor against fate;

Death lays his icy hands on kings. 2. Princes and magistrates must fall,

And in the dust be equal made;
The high and mighty with the small,

Scepter and crown with scythe and spade. 3. The laurel withers on our brow;

Then boast no more your mighty deeds:
Upon death's purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds!



L. M.
1. From his low bed of mortal dust,

Escap'd the prison of his clay,
The new inheritance of bliss

To heaven directs his upward way.

2. Ye fields ! that witnessed once his tears,

Ye winds! that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains! where he breathed his prayers
When sorrow's shadow vailed his

eyes3. No more the weary pilgrim mourns,

No more afiliction wrings his heart;
Th' unfettered soul to God returns-

Forever he and anguish part! 4. Receive, O earth, his faded form,

In thy cold bosom let it lic;
Safe let it rest from every storm-

Soon must it rise, no more to die.


L. M.
1. So fades the lovely, blooming flower,

Frail, smiling solace of an hour;
So soon our transient comforts fly,

And pleasure only blocms to die.
2. Is there no kind, no healing art,

To soothe the anguish of the heart?
Divine Redeemer, be thou nigh:

Thy comforts were not made to die.
3. Then gentle patience smiles on pain,

And dying hope revives again;
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith points upward to the sky.



L. M. 1. RETURN, my roving heart! return,

And chase those shadowy forms no more; Now seek, in solitude, to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.
2. O thou great God! whose piercing eye

Distinctly marks each deep recess;-
In these sequestered hours draw nigh,

And with Thy presence fill the place.

3. Through all the windings of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide,
And still its radiant beams impart,

Till all be cleansed and purified. 4. Oh! with the visits of Thy love,

Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove

That God has fixed His dwelling here.



L. M.
1. Earth's transitory things decay,

Its pomps, its pleasures pass away;
But the sweet memory of the good

Survives in the vicissitude.
2. As, 'mid the ever-rolling sea,

The eternal isles established be,
'Gainst which the surges of the main

Fret, dash, and break themselves in vain :3. As, in the heavens, the urns divine

Of golden light forever shine;
Though clouds may darken, storms may rage,
They still shine on from

4. So, through the ocean-tide of years,

The memory of the just appears;
So, through the tempest and the gloom,
The good man's virtues light the tomb.

to age :



L. M.
1. When life, as opening buds, is sweet,

And golden hopes the spirits greet,
And youth prepares his joys to meet,

Alas! how hard it is to die. 2. When scarce is seized some borrowed prize,

And duties press; and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise,

How awful, then, it is to die.

3. When, one by one, those ties are torn,

And friend from friend is snatched forlorn,
And man is left alone to mourn,

Ah! then, how easy 't is to die.
4. When trembling limbs refuse their weight,

And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
And clouds obscure the mental light,

'Tis nature's precious boon to die.
5. When faith is strong, and conscience clear,

And words of peace the spirit cheer,
And visioned glories half appear,

'Tis joy, 't is triumph, then, to die.



L. M.

1. 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. 2. 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. 3. 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 ?



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.

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