Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

5 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home!

3 The things unseen, O God, reveal!
My spirit's vision clear,
Till I shall see, and know and feel,
That those I love are near.

4 Impart the faith that soars on high,
Beyond this earthly strife;

That holds sweet converse with the sky,
And lives eternal life.

667. C. M.

STENNETT.

Prospect of the Promised Land.

1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wistful 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 delight!

3 All o'er those wide-extended plains
Shines one eternal day;

There God, the sun, forever reigns,
And scatters night away.

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

WOODLAND. C. M.

N. GOULD.

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668. C. M.

SIE J. E. SMITH.

The Changes of Nature Types of Immortality.

2 The bloom of spring, the summer rose,
In vain pale winter brave;
Nor youth, nor age, nor wisdom knows
A ransom from the grave.

3 But morning dawns and spring revives,
And genial hours return;
So man's immortal soul survives,
And scorns the mouldering urn.

4 When this vain scene no longer charms, Or swiftly fades away,

He sinks into a Father's arms,
Nor dreads the coming day.

669. C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me."

1 Thou must go forth alone, my soul,
Thou must go forth alone,
To other scenes, to other worlds,

That mortal hath not known.
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 gaze
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.

1 When blooming youth is snatched away,
By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay,
Which sorrow must demand.

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh,
O may this truth, impressed
With awful power, I too must die,
Sink deep in every breast.

3 Jesus, the vision of thy face

Hath overpowering charms; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arms.

4 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings break, How sweet the minutes roll!

A mortal paleness on my cheek,
But glory in my soul!

673. C. M.

Death of a Child.

MRS. STEELE.

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.

2 The once-loved form, now cold and dead,
Each mournful thought employs;
And nature weeps, her comforts fled,
And withered 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.

4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears,
Thy Saviour dwells on high;
There everlasting spring appears;
There joy shall never die.

1 Thou gavest, and we yield to thee,
God of the human heart!
For bitter though grief's cup may be,
Thou givest but our part.

2 O, thou canst bid our grief be stilled, Yet not rebuke our tears;

How large a place his presence filled!
How vacant it appears!

3 We mourn the sunshine of his smile, The tendrils of his love;

Oh, was he loved too well the while
Ere he was called above?

4 Our chastened spirits bow in prayer,
And blend all prayers in one,-
Give us the hope to meet him there,
When life's full task is done.

1 What though the arm of conquering death

Does God's own house invade;

What though our teacher and our friend Is numbered with the dead;

2 Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust, The aged and the young;

The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And dumb th' instructive tongue ;-
3 Th'eternal Shepherd still survives,
His teaching to impart :
Lord, be our Leader and our Guide,
And rule and keep our heart.

4 Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what he gives,
Who lives forevermore.

676. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Comfort, on the loss of Children.

1 Ye mourning ones, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead,-
Say not, in transports of despair,
That all your hopes are fled.

2 While cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie,

Rise, and with joy and reverence view
A heavenly parent nigh.

3 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord, "In my own house a place;

No names of daughters and of sons
Could yield so high a grace."