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2. O Thou, that fill'st the heavenly throne,
'Tis not in melody alone

To set the spirit free;
Without the breathings of Thy love,
The sweetest strains will powerless prove,

Nor comfort bring to me.
3. But if Thy Spirit, gracious Lord,
Thy hallowed influence afford,

My soul will upward rise;
The strain will swell with love divine,
The light of heaven around me shine,

Beneath the bending skics.

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1. The once loved form, now cold and dead,

Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps her comforts fled,

And withered all her joys.
2. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,

When what we now deplore
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,

And bloom to fade no more.
3. Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears;

Look to the world on high;
There everlasting spring appears,

And joys that can not die.

MRS. STEELE.

1122.

C. M. 1. Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet,

Shall meet to part no more,
And with celestial welcome greet,

On an immortal shore.

2. The parent finds the long-lost child;

Brothers on brothers gaze;
The tear of resignation mild

Is changed to joy and praise.

3. Each tender tie, dissolved with pain,

With endless bliss is crowned ;
All that was dead revives again;

All that was lost is found.
4. Congenial minds, arrayed in light,

High thoughts shall interchange ;
Nor cease, with ever-new delight,

On wings of love to range.
5. Their Father marks their generous flame,

And looks complacent down;
The smile that owns their filial claim

Is their immortal crown.

LIVERPOOL COIL

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1. How happy they, who, safely housed,

To Jesus' bosom fly,
Before the storm of wrath is roused,

O happy they who die!
2. The fury of conflicting waves

Their sleep shall not surprise;
It ruffles not their quiet graves,

It reaches not their skies.

3. Care, pain, and grief, the wild array

Of sorrows felt below;
The dread of trials' fiery day,

Of persecutions' glow.
4. All, all is o'er, with those at rest,

For Jesus' sake forgiven !
No heaving of the anxious breast,

No sickening 'fear, in heaven!
5. Why linger, then, with strange desire,

Where reeks the deadly strife;
And shrink, unwilling to retire,

To everlasting life?

MRS. GILBERT,

1124.

C. M.
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 0, a brighter home than ours,

In heaven is now thine own.

MRS. HEMANS.

1125.

C. M.
1. O, most delightful hour by man

Experienced here below,
The hour that terminates his span,

His folly, and his woe.
2. Worlds should not bribe me back to tread

Again life's dreary waste,
To see again my day o'erspread

With all the gloomy past.
3. My home henceforth is in the skies;
Earth, seas,

and
sun,

adieu !
All heaven unfolded to my eyes,

I have no sight for you.
4. So speaks the Christian, firm possess'd

Of faith's supporting rod,
Then breathes his soul into its rest,

The bosom of his God.

COWPER.

1126.

C. M.
1. The dead are like the stars by day,

Withdrawn from mortal eye,
Yet holding unperceived their way

Through the unclouded sky.

2. By them, through holy hope and love,

We feel, in hours serene,
Connected with a world above,

Immortal and unseen.
3. For death his sacred seal hath set

On bright and bygone hours;
And they we mourn are with us yet,

Are more than ever ours;-
4. Ours, by the pledge of love and faith,

By hopes of heaven on high;
By trust, triumphant over death,

In immortality.

BARTON.

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1. ANOTHER hand is beckoning us,

Another call is given,
And glows once more with angel steps

The path that leads to heaven.
2. Unto our Father's will alone

One thought hath reconciled;
That He whose love exceedeth ours

Hath taken home His child,

3. Fold her, O Father, in Thine arms,

And let her henceforth be
А
messenger

of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.

4. Still let her mild rebuking stand

Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make

Our faith in goodness strong.

WHITTIER,

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1. Dear as thou wast, and justly dear,

We would 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. Gently the passing spirit fled,

Sustained by grace divine;
O, may such grace on us be shed,

And make our end like thine!

DALE

1129.

C. M.
1. THE world eludes iy 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,
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:
If glows the temple with Thy train,

What must the Holiest be?

1130.

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,
Το
open them in heaven.

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