181. L. M. BRYANT. 1 DEEM not that they are blest alone, 2 The light of smiles shall fill again 3 O, there are days of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night! But joy shall come with early light. 4 For God hath marked each anguished day, 182. L. M. NORTON. 1 O, STAY thy tears; for they are blest, Whose days are past, whose toil is done: Here midnight care disturbs our rest; Here sorrow dims the noonday sun. 2 How blest are they whose transient years 4 O, stay thy tears: the blest above Then why should anguish reign on earth? 183. C. M. HOUGHTON. 1 BLEST be the hour when friends shall meet, Shall meet to part no more, And with celestial welcome greet, 2 The parent eyes his long-lost child; The tear of resignation mild Is changed to joy and praise.. 3. And while remembrance, lingering still, 4 Their Father fans their generous flame, 1 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, Where wave resounds to wave; COTTON. Though o'er our heads the billows roll, 2 When darkness, and when sorrows rise, The Lord shall still sustain our steps, 3 Perhaps, before the morning dawn, For He who bade the tempest roar, 4. Here will we rest, here build our hopes, He's more to us than all the world, 185. -L. M. NORTON. 1 MY GOD, I thank thee! may no thought 12 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; The sun shines bright, and man is gay; 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain 4 Thy various messengers employ; 186. C. M. THOS. MOORE. 1 0 THOU who driest the mourner's tear, If, when bereaved or wounded here, 2 But thou wilt heal that suffering heart, 3 O, who could bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom 4 Then sorrow touched by Thee grows bright, With more than rapture's ray; 187. As darkness shows us worlds of light L. M. 1 WHY weep for those, in hopeless woe, Who've fled and left us mourning here? Triumphant o'er their latest foe, They glory in a brighter sphere. 2 Space can not check, thought can not bound, 3 Weep not for them: beside us now Perhaps they watch with guardian care, And witness tears that idly flow O'er those who bliss of angels share, 4 Or round their Father's throne above, With raptured voice, His praise they sing; Or on His messages of love 188. They journey with unwearied wing. 1 So fades the lovely, blooming flower, 189. So soon our transient comforts fly, Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye, 1. THE once-loved form, now cold and dead, 2 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 3 Then cease, fond nature, cease thy tears; There everlasting spring appears, 1 CALM on the bosom of thy God, E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, 2 Dust, to its narrow house beneath! They that have seen thy look in death, 190. |