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. Gently the passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine;

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O, may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine!

C. M.

1. THE world eludes my fond desire,
And memory mocks my pain;
But while the scenes of sense retire,
The joys of faith remain.

2. Jesus, my constant friend Thou art,
My constant Saviour, Thou;
O, fill this lorn and lonely heart
With Thy pure presence now!

3. Thy steps have long enchanted earth,
And now from earth to die,

DALE.

Were but the pang that marked my birth,
To Thine own home on high.

4. If bright the world where thou canst deign,
Though vailed, to visit me:

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If glows the temple with Thy train,
What must the Holiest be?

C. M.

1. WHY should our tears in sorrow flow,
When God recalls His own;

And bids them leave a world of woe
For an immortal crown?

2. Is not e'en death a gain to those
Whose life to God was given?
Gladly to earth their eyes they close,
To open them in heaven.

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3. Their toils are past, their work is done,
And they are fully blest:

They fought the fight, the victory won,
And entered into rest.

4. Then let our sorrows cease to flow-
God has recalled His own;

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And let our hearts, in every woe,
Still say "Thy will be done!"

1. INTO the silent land,

(Chant.)

Ah! who shall | lead us thither? |

Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,
And shattered wrecks lie thicker | on the strand! [
Who leads us with a gentle hand,

Whither, O, whither,

Το

you, ye boundless regions

Of all per- fection! | tender morning visions Of beauteous souls! eterni- | ty's own | band! | Who in life's battle firm doth stand,

Shall bear hope's tender blossoms

Into the silent land! |

3. O land! O land!

For all the broken-hearted; |

The mildest herald by our fate allotted,

Beckons, and with inverted | torch doth | stand, | To lead us with a gentle hand

Into the land of the great departed,

Into the silent | land! |

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VAN SALIS. TR. BY LONGFELLOW.

(Chant.)

1. I AM the man that hath seen affliction

By the rod of his | wrath; |

He hath builded against me,

And compassed me with gall and | travail; |

He hath set me in dark places,

As they that be | dead of | old. |

2. Also, when I cry and shout,

He shutteth | out my prayer;

He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces;

He hath made me | desolate; |

He hath made me drunken with wormwood;
He hath covered me with | ashes.

3. Remembering mine affliction and my misery,
The wormwood and the gall,

My soul hath them still in remembrance,
And is humbled | in me.

This I recall to mind,

Therefore have I hope.

4. For the Lord will not cast | off for | ever;
But though He cause grief, yet will He have com-
passion,

According to the | multitude of His | mercies;
For He doth not afflict willingly,

Nor grieve the children of men.

1. YoN spot in the churchyard,
How sad is the bloom
That summer flings round it,
In flowers and perfume:

It is thy dust, my darling,
Gives life to each rose,

'Tis because thou hast withered,

The violet blows.

2. The lilies bend meekly

Thy bosom above,

But thou wilt not pluck them,
Sweet child of my love:
I see the green willow

Droop low o'er thy bed,
But I see not the ringlets
That decked thy fair head.

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3. I hear the bee' humming
Around thy bright grave:
Can he deem death is hidden

Where sweet flow'rets wave?
From the white cloud above thee
The lark scatters song,
But I list for thy voice,

O, how long! O, how long!

4. Then come back, my darling,
And come back to-day,
For the soul of thy mother
Grows faint with delay;
The home of thy childhood

In order is set,

1. Ir a man die, shall he | live again?

All the days of my appointed time will I wait
Till my change [ come.

2. For there is hope of a tree, if it | be cut | down, That it will sprout again,

And that the tender branch thereof | will not |

cease.

3. Though the root thereof wax | old in the earth, Yet through the scent of water it will | bud, And bring forth | boughs like a | plant.

4. But man dieth and wasteth a- | way;
Yea, man giveth | up the ghost,
And where is he?

5. As the waters | fail from the sea,
So man lieth down, and | riseth | not
Till the heavens be no
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more.

6. O that Thou would'st | hide me in the | grave, That Thou would'st keep me in secret, till Thy | wrath be past,

That Thou would'st appoint me a set time, and re- | member | me.

7. For I know that my Re- | deemer | liveth, And that He shall stand in the latter day up- | on the earth,

And though worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see | God.

1. Go to thy rest, fair child!
Go to thy dreamless bed,
While yet so gentle, undefiled,
With blessings on thy head.

2. Fresh roses in thy hand,

Buds on thy pillow laid,

Haste from this dark and fearful land,
Where flowers so quickly fade.

3. Before thy heart had learned
In waywardness to stray;
Before thy feet had ever turned

The dark and downward way;

4. Ere sin had seared the breast,
Or sorrow woke the tear;

Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,
In yon celestial sphere!