Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from every eye. Whate'er befals his brethren twain, his bliss can never cease; Their lot may here be grief and fear, but his is certain peace. It may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever, But, if our own poor faith fail not, he must be ours for ever. When we think of what our darling is, and what we still must be : When we muse on that world's perfect bliss, and this world's misery: When we groan beneath this load of sin, and feel this grief and pain, Oh! we'd rather lose our other two than have him here again. PRAYER FOR STRONG FAITH. Он, for a faith that will not shrink, Though pressed by every foe; That will not murmur nor complain A faith that shines more bright and clear, A faith that keeps the narrow way, Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, ev'n here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. OH! sing again that mournful song, That song of other times! I love its low and broken tone; The music seems to me Like the wild wind when singing lone ; Over a twilight sea. It may not sound so sweet to you, To you it cannot bring The valleys where your childhood grew, My father's house, my infancy, Rise present to my mind, I heard it at the evening's close, It was a favourite song with those How many worldly thoughts and cares Have melted at the strain ! "Tis fraught with early hopes and prayers; Oh, sing that song again! "LEAVE ME NOT, NEITHER FORSAKE ME." ABIDE with me! Lyte. Fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens: Lord, with me abide! Help of the helpless, O abide with me! Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day! Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; Come, not in terrors, as the King of kings; Thou on my head, in early youth didst smile, I need thy presence every passing hour: I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Hold, then, thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies ; Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life and death, O Lord, abide with me! SONG FOR THE WILDERNESS. A FEW more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time: And we shall be where suns are not, A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, A few more Sabbaths here, Shall cheer us on our way; The eternal Sabbath-day. 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with him may reign. |