He gave thee and took thee, and soon will restore thee,

Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died!

Where death hath no sting, since the Saviour hath died!

No. 357.

THE STREAM OF DEATH.

School Singer, 176.

1. There is a stream whose narrow tide,
The known and unknown worlds divide,
Where all must go :

Its waveless waters, dark and deep,
'Mid sullen silence downward sweep,
With moanless flow.

2. I saw where at that dreary flood,
A smiling infant prattling stood,

Whose hour had come:

Untaught of ill, it neared the tide,
Sunk, as to cradled rest, and died,
Like going home.

3. Followed with languid eye, anon,
A youth diseased, and pale and wan;
And there alone,

He gazed upon that leaden stream,
And feared to plunge-I heard a scream,
And he was gone.

4. And then a form, in manhood's strength, Came bursting on, 'till there at length, He saw life's bound:

He shrunk, and raised the bitter prayer;
Too late-his shriek of wild despair
The waters drowned.

5. Next stood upon that surgeless shore, A being bowed with many a score Of toilsome years:

Earth-bouud and sad he left the bank, Back turned his dimming eye, and sank, 、 Ah! full of tears.

6. How bitter must thy waters be,
Oh Death! How hard a thing, ah me!
It is to die.

I mused, when to that stream again,
Another child of mortal man,

With smiles drew nigh.

7. "T is the last prayer," he calmly said, "To me, O Death! thou hast no dreadSaviour, I come!

Spread but thine arms o'er yonder shoreI see! ye waters bear me o'er!

There is my home."

No. 358. ON JORDAN'S STORMY BANKS I
STAND. (CHANT.)

(c. M.)

School Singer, 194.

1. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful | eye,
To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions | lie.

2. O the transporting, rapturous scene,
That rises to my | sight!

Sweet fields, arrayed in living green,
And rivers of de | light.

3. On all those wide extended plains,
Shines one eternal | day;
For there our God forever reigns,
And scatters | night a | way.

4. No chilling winds nor poisonous breath,
Can reach that | healthful | shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and | feared no | more.

5. When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever | blessed;

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom | rest.

No. 359.

DIRGE

School Singer, 178.

1. Underneath the sod low lying,
Dark and drear,

Sleepeth one who left, when dying,
Sorrow here, sorrow here.

2. See, they now are bending o'er her,
Eyes that weep;

Forms that to the cold grave bore her,
Vigils keep.

3. When the summer moon is shining,
Soft and fair;

Friends she loved, in tears, are twining,
Chaplets there.

4. Rest in peace, thou gentle spirit,
Throned above;

Souls like thine, with God inherit,
Life and love.

No. 360.

SHORTNESS OF TIME.

1. Life is a span—a fleeting hour,
How soon the vapor flies!
Man is a tender, transient flower,
That e'en in blooming dies-
That e'en in blooming dies.

Young Choir, 67.

2. That once loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps, her comfort fled,
And wither'd all her joys-

And wither'd all her joys.

3. Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore,
Shall rise in full, immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more-
And bloom to fade no more.

No. 361. GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY.

(C. M.)

Harp of David, 102, (Spring Garden.)

Carmina Sacra, 101.

Young Vocalist, 125.

1. God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;

He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2. Deep in unfathomable mines,
With never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His gracious will.

3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread,

Are big with mercy, and shall break,
In blessings on your head.