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3 Hunger and thirst they know no more,
From burning heats refreshed;
The Lamb shall feed them from his store,
And give them endless rest.

4 God all their tears shall wipe away,
And they his wonders tell,
While in his temple they shall stay,
And God with them shall dwell.

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The Saints in Glory.

1 HIGH, in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love.

2 Happy spirits, ye are fled

Where no grief can entrance find,
Lulled to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.

3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid the angelic lyres above
Hark! their songs melodious rise,-
Songs of praise to Jesus' love.

S. M.

Heavenly Rest.

1 AND is there, Lord, a rest,

For weary souls designed,

RAFFLES.

R. PALMER.

Where not a care shall stir the breast,
Or sorrow entrance find?

2 Is there a blissful home,

Where kindred minds shall meet,
And live and love, nor ever roam
From that serene retreat?

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3 Forever blesséd they,

Whose joyful feet shall stand,
While endless ages waste away,
Amid that glorious land.

4 My soul would thither tend,
While toilsome years are given;
Then let me, gracious God, ascend
To sweet repose in heaven.

hath seen,

1 THERE is a land mine eye
In visions of enraptured thought
So bright that all which spreads between
Is with its radiant glory fraught;-

2 A land upon whose blissful shore

There rests no shadow, falls no stain;
There those who meet shall part no more,
And those long parted meet again.

3 Its skies are not like earthly skies,
With varying hues of shade and light;
It hath no need of suns to rise,
To dissipate the gloom of night.

4 There sweeps no desolating wind
Across that calin, serene abode ;
The wanderer there a home may find,
Within the paradise of God.

The Everlasting Bliss of Heaven.

1 HEAVEN is the land where troubles cease,
Where toils and tears are o'er ;·

The blissful clime of rest and peace,
Where cares distract no more ;

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And not the shadow of distress
Dims its unsullied blessedness.

2 Heaven is the dwelling-place of joy,
The home of light and love,
Where faith and hope in rapture die,
And ransomed souls above

Enjoy, before th' eternal throne,
Bliss everlasting and unknown.

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MOURNING AND CONSOLATION.

L. M.

"Blessed are they that mourn."

BRYANT

1 DEEM not that they are blessed alone,
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God, who loves our race, has shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep.

2 The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that overflow with tears,
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are earnests of serener years.

3 0, there are days of sunny rest

For every dark and troubled night!
Grief may abide, an evening guest,

But joy shall come with early light.

4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again.

5 For God hath marked each anguished day,
And numbered every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.

Thou must go forth alone, my soul,-
To tread the narrow vale;

But He, whose word is sure, hath said
His comforts shall not fail.

2 Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
Along the darksome way;
Where the bright sun has never shed
His warm and gladsome ray.
And yet the Sun of Righteousness
Shall rise amidst the gloom,
And scatter from thy trembling gázé
The shadows of the tomb.

3 Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
To meet thy God above:

But shrink not-He hath said, my soul,
He is a God of love.

His rod and staff shall comfort thee
Across the dreary road,

Till thou shalt join the blessed ones
In heaven's serene abode.

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Prayer for Support in Death.

MRS. GILBERT.

1 WHEN the vale of death appears,
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
O, my Father, soothe my fears,
Light me through the gloomy way;
Break the shadows,

Usher in eternal day;

2 Upward from this dying state
Bid my waiting soul aspire;
Open thou the crystal gate;
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Then, triumphant,

I will join th' immortal choir.

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The Happy Deuth.

ANONYMOUS.

1 LORD, must we die? O let us die
Trusting in thee alone!
Our living testimony given,
Then leave our dying one.

2 If we must die, O let us die

In

peace with all mankind,

And change these fleeting joys below
For pleasures all refined.

3 If we must die, as die we must,-
Let some kind seraph come,
And bear us on his friendly wing
To our celestial home!

4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top,
May we but have a view!

Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks,
We'll boldly venture through.

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L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

The Hour of Death, and Entrance on Immortality.

10 GOD unseen-but not unknown!
Thine eye is ever fixed on me;
I dwell beneath thy secret throne,
Encompassed by thy deity.

2. The moment comes when strength must fail, When, health and hope and comfort flown,

I must go down into the vale

And shade of death, with thee alone:

3. Alone with thee;-in that dread strife, Uphold me through mine agony, And gently be this dying life

Exchanged for immortality.