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

Fond of our prison and our clay.

3. O, if my Lord would come and meet,
My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
Fly, fearless, through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4. Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on His breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there.

1085.

L. M.

WATTS.

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

2. The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
The earth no more her slain conceal;
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,

And shrink to see a yawning hell.

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

4. We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurled
Shall stand unmoved amid them all,

And smile to see a burning world;

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

1. 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.

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

3. My yearning soul would fain demand,
O, holy angels. pure and blest,
Where, 'mid yon happy, shining band,
In all the heavenly 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! MRS. C. M. SAWYER.

L. M.

1087.
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.

1. THE glories of our birth and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armor against fate;

WATTS.

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!

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.

SHIRLEY.

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 eyes-

3. No more the weary pilgrim mourns,

No more affliction 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

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every stormSoon 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 blooms to dic.
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.

MRS. STEELE.

1091.

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 cach 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.

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,

DODDRIDGE.

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 age to age :—

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.

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.

BOWRING.

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.