9 It is not exile, rest on high: It is not sad-ness, peace from strife: To

fall

a - sleep is not to die; To dwell with Christ is bet

VI.-Christ Ascended.

"And ascended into Heaven; and sitteth on the right hand

3

THOU, who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe,

Wearing the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessed labours done.

Thy crown of victory won,

Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.

4 Ev'n through the awful gloom

Which hovers o'er the tomb,

That light of love our guiding star shall be:

Our spirits shall not dread

The shadowy way to tread,

Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to Thee.

Sarah Miles [1840].